A poem about remembering to stop and smell the flowers, and write the poem that comes to mind.
Now or never
Pause,
panting
to think poetry,
or just rush on.
Good times for memory banks,
photo opportunities to like and share
and pile them up, load them in
for later examination
at my leisure…
If
at that time I can still recall
and if I live that long.
Denmark 2015
Yes. Deceptively deep. A wonderful last couple of lines.
Thanks John, glad you see the depth.
I enjoy this moment, reading your poem. 🙂
Thank you, Anne, I enjoyed your message.