Capture

Andrea Lani lives and writes in the sometimes extreme climate of Whitefield ME, but the only thing extreme about her poetry is its beauty. Reread her poems (First Practice, Abide) and stop by her blog Remains of the Day to see what's new in Andrea's very busy world. This poem begs for some carved-out time in a world that doesn't ever seem to stop moving. Is there anyone among us who can't relate?

Capture
By Andrea Lani

I could pin them down on
paper, my children like
moths on a Styrofoam block
if only they would stop
moving, for a moment
I could capture them with
the net of my pen stop
time from fluttering
inevitably toward the
flame of tomorrow

 

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