Red ibis frozen in time
blur-stopped wings
millisecond before flight
haphazard photographical luck.
What if
I could bring back
one precious moment
from my life’s entirety?
All would be as it is now
except for a room-sized box
where the moment lives
exactly as it was
and I can step in and out
and in and out
of the box
back into that moment.
Savor and touch
live it again and again
inside the box
whenever I want,
only one box.
What would be
my red ibis
frozen in time?
Photo taken at Bermuda Aquarium, Museum and Zoo, BAMZ. Posted for Napowrimo Day 7. Prompt is to think of different roles we occupy, different parts of ourselves and then write a poem where two conflicting “selves” have a discussion. Here, the realist talks with the dreamer.
lillian the home poet 
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Love the photograph.
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Excellent metaphysical piece. I enjoyed it.
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Gorgeous poem, that would be hard to choose. Perhaps after a while, hard to go back to that moment, knowing it was what it was and will never be the same. Your “red ibis” it’s sentimental and sweet. A bit of heartache too, I think.
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Loved the poem – was thrilled to find that there is an accompanying photo.
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