Six Seconds

Sitting still
on a cold steel stool,
she begs, weeps
and hold her husband’s hand,
for one more second.

Endearing,
exquisite enchanter,
ends her adorable first cry
marking her life’s
very first second.

Captured candid
cheesy charade,
of a man kneeling for
a woman’s hand,
changed by a sudden
death in a second.

Old oak observes
ordeals, orbits of
earth’s occupants.
Seasons to season,
each and every second.

Nervous nerves
not needed.
She shakes them off,
as she owns the stage—
she dreamed all her life,
in just a few seconds.

Sorry, seconds could
not be stolen nor saved.
So snag, snap, smack
sing, spin, swing,stay,
every single second.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

P.S. I am not so sure if this fits as a cubist poem. But there you go. 🙂
In response to dVerse‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) his own cubist poem about the arrangement of feathers!❤

dverse

For today I would like you to:

Select a simple object, or a common concept
Write several poems where you look at the object from different perspective. This perspective could be anything (poets have so much freedom than painters) such as being placed in a small narrative, at different part of the day or at different seasons.
Order your small poems in an order where you while striving to create contrasts and keeping the coherence of a complete poem.

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56 thoughts on “Six Seconds

  1. I read it first and dont actually know what to say.then i read it again and then i thought..ohh there you go…the intense strong feeling is manifested in each word..

    The beating of the heart is felt in each syllable..

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  2. Old oak observes
    ordeals, orbits of
    earth’s occupants.
    Seasons to season,
    each and every second.

    This stanza is fantastic, sister! Each word has a message. All together, the words speak of something that might last while everything we go through is transitory. In fact, every stanza reminds us that, from a cosmic viewpoint, our experience goes by like many bright flashes. Telling work, sister!

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  3. This hits way too close to home – as soon as I read the title I had to decide if I should continue my reading. Six seconds is the amount of time of my husband’s cardiac arrest almost 3 years ago. BUT he is with us, 100% cognitively himself. Those six seconds were lost to him- but I felt them – feel them – deeply. So here’s the thing — any six seconds – treasure them! And your poem points this out. Thankful for every day.

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