Moment-montage

 I have no idea why but listening to this...

 inspired this...

If moments had sound

would they splash the ground like rain

or dash like pelting sleet

Would they run in rivulets

down the lane

to pool in poems at our feet

Or would they land

like sugared sand

on outstretched hands and tongues

Where we would twirl

And twirl

like yester’s girl,

forever and ever 

young

If moments made noise

would they be

like a blushing school boy’s 

 bravado

Or would they dance

In footloose romance

like Bach’s 

violin concertos

Or maybe they would surge,

in salt-spray splurge

of rhinestones 

...a gold and silver shiver

tossed against a

backdrop of twilight’s

purple 

and turquoise river

If we could hear a moment

would it fox-trot

or tango

… or pop like a 

rainbowed soap bubble

Would it melt

 like a flake of snow

or, fade like the afterglow

of trouble

if we heard a moment

ah,  would it

 tiptoe out of bed

all sleepy-headed 

looking for

a bit

of buttered bread…

© Janet Martin