high on a hill by anelephantcant
Click here to hear the poet read this 90-second poem:
a moment of life
there is a moment of life to remember
when we view the Danube in full flow
or sail once again into Venice
or see the Alps’ needled peaks draped in snow
perhaps it’s just another clear morning
when we gaze at the murmuring sea
and sense far off lands on soft breezes
and feel contentment in just being free
we see golden dawns and red sunsets
we walk hand in hand on the beach
our hearts find a new optimism
can happiness be at last in our reach
high on a hill stands a castle
invisible to my tear-filled eyes
until you point it out from over the bay
and I know there’s no need for more lies
red flowers seduce casual butterflies
cicadas play rhythm in the trees
your eyes find mine with no wrinkles
and my heart is unlocked with no keys
and then there’s that instant of clarity
as sharp as a brown-handled knife
and I realise you’re all that matters
and that this is a moment of life
anelephantcant 
…and if we are lucky, there are many such lovely moments – those that happen and those we create.
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The secret is to know them, and to savour them, when they happen, and not merely in retrospect.
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True words, indeed..
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Beautiful Elephant your descriptive language and rhyme flow so well and paint a stunning picture, giving this piece an ideallyic quality, especially when the speaker realizes it’s no dream, but “a moment of life”. I’m glad it was happy I was scared it was going to end sad. Hugs my friend.
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Thank you, Amanda, AnElephant appreciates your kind words, constant support and all the hugs.
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You’re always welcome my friend. Happy Easter CE 🙂
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Ahhh … Elephant, you captivate me with your powerful words.
I’m in awe of your descriptions as you travel through each experience.
Never a moment lost to wonder, but feeling each element individually as if being prodded by another. A deeply felt poem for your many viewers to enjoy. Thank you for your blessed talent.
Isadora 😎
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AnElephant long ago learnt that the secret to peace of soul is to pause and to enjoy each moment as it happens and not just in retrospect.
He is elated that lovely Isadora derives such pleasure from his words, and thanks her for the kindness of her own.
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Love at last! Wonderful.
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AnElephantCant help laughing
His dear friend is a true aristocrat
He does not know why
Emmy tells such a lie
She knows him so much better than that
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If Emmy is an aristocrat
It is the plebian kind
with a simple-minded heart
and she feels much maligned
as she clapped to AnElephant’s rhyme.
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