Wednesday, December 28, 2011

What Matters

It was Sunday again,
The week before was a blur,
But it didn’t bother me,
The here and now
Is what matters.

What matters
Is the soft jazz tune
That floated out from
Hidden speakers.

What matters
Is the lemonade
With a hint of a secret
That sat on the side table.

What matters
Is the light breeze
That cooled my brow
And elicited a melody
From the wind chimes.

What matters
Is the loyal canine
Who slept at my feet
Barking occasionally
At some dream prey.

What matters
Is the sunset.
The grand show
Orchestrated by Mother Nature,
Changing the sky from
Shades of pinks and purples
To pure darkness
Set with points of light.

What matters
Is the man
Who sits beside me,
Sharing this moment with me.
His fingers intertwined with mine
As we cuddle close
Within the blanket of
Comfortable silence.

What matters
Are moments like this.

This poem was submitted to dVerse.

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Claudia said...

oh yes..moments like this matter..thanks for capturing it here for us to enjoy..esp. loved the lemonade
with a hint of a secret...niiiice

Kerry O'Connor said...

How wonderful. I love the gentle tone and the exploration of all that truly matters. You have an effortless style of writing, which I really enjoy to read.

Leo said...

Ah, the confused and long week before lies forgotten in such love, such beautiful moments. It seems like the week went long in anticipation of such a moment, doesn't it? :)

Shawna said...

"Within the blanket of
Comfortable silence."

I love that blanket. :)


Brian Miller said...

yes yes yes this is exactly what matters...big smiles on this one...and thoughly enjoyed the read...

Fayola said...

I love moments like these so much...

Shashi S said...

Oh Yes... life is lived in each moments of now. I liked your take on the living...

Thanks for Sharing. Wish you have a happy new year. May you have peace, love and prosperity.

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Kimolisa said...

Thank you so much for the feedback, it helps to make me a better poet.

booguloo said...

Moments like this do matter, "Within the blanket of
Comfortable silence." Beautiful thoughts!

nIx said...

I loved the entire last verse. Your words breathe images into the mind.