Polaroid
Steady
and rhythmic is the downpour.
Disrupted
only by the sound of keys.
The
sweet smell of rain filters through the back door.
Splashing
against the pavement, it keeps perfect time.
A
dim light illuminates the mechanized prose creator.
Scents
of oil, rubber, and paper.
Tap,
tap, tapping away as thought becomes word.
With
every bell toll, the creation rises as though materialized from space itself.
Gently
bent spine accenting the curve of another.
The
cool of the evening yielding itself only to blanket covered legs.
Scintillating
perfume; the final ingredient.
Comfortably
perched as knowledge is passed on.
One
giving; one receiving.
Art
in movement; beauty in silence
And
occasionally, a glimpse and a smile.
Understanding
that transcends verbalization.
A
cacophony of sensory stimulation.
Individually
chaotic; yet synchronicity abounds.
Singular,
panoramic, warm, comforting.
Snapshot
of the perfect evening.
Langley
Shazor was raised in a small city in southwest Virginia. As an adult he has a
deep appreciation for culture, arts, wellness, history, philosophy, science,
and religions. An avid reader, he is an advocate for education; breaking down
stereotypes, creating social awareness, enlightenment, human rights, and
helping those less fortunate are his life's passions. Writing is not only
personally therapeutic, but a medium for which he has the opportunity to impart
positivity on those from all walks of life.
Langley,
ReplyDeleteA great poem! Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox
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