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The Lowly Moment

Updated on November 16, 2013

Time drips like an IV injecting us with blank moments

running through our veins,

surging against the flow of our stoic indifference.

Come my heart and suck from there,

the emptiness, seed the moment

with breath that quickens.

Come my senses, see, hear, smell, taste and feel,

the want of the fertile moment,

pleading to be pregnant,

begging for life to beat against the invisible walls

which want more,

than to die an empty moment.

Listen, you can hear the silence

of aborted sterile moments, unfertilized,

lying dead in the coffin of neglect

Wake my soul and feed the infant moment

and then the next and then another,

until the making of an hour resounds in celebration,

Collect the hour and lay one upon another until a day is made,

a day, alive with imperishable moments

made from little pieces of eternity,

day upon a day and a year upon year,

until the drip lets loose its final drop and the last moment,

screams with exuberant finality.

I lived!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      thanks girishpuri for your kind response. It is ironic that we give so much time to waste when we know so much better.

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      Girish puri 5 years ago from NCR , INDIA

      Very well said, life is those precious moments we share and enjoy, beautiful hub, voted up.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thanks so much Audrey. And thanks for sharing it with whoever.

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      Arb this is such a beautiful write--just gorgeous--I would like to share this!

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      I posted a new one today, little change of pace maybe.

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      Kathleen Cochran 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Great read! We need to light a fire under some of our Journey Mates who haven't post a hub since The Journey. Any ideas?

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thank you marina for such a lovely compliment. I have missed your poetry lately. Perhaps you have been away.

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      Marina Lester 5 years ago

      Yep, bravo!

      Very interesting, I enjoyed the message and the sharp mind and artist behind it. I know I will be returning for more, you have my vote.

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      I think you're right.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      I agree, nellieanna. There is good poetry waiting to be unleased in these poetic and illuminating comments. Hope they find their way back completed!

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      Alexandra and Genna - each of your comments here, and Theresa's and others of these amazing comments, is nearly as outstanding as the magnificent - yet restrained - poem which inspired them. There is something magical here. Truly.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thank you Genna! Your comment left me wanting to read more. It was the seed of something planted, in need of nurturing until it is finished. Use this to write the unfinished poetry your comment has started. it is deserving of such attention, it is wanting to be completed!

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      Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Good writing does not seek to do a tap-dance on our foreheads. It takes us by the hand and jars our imaginations as it connects us to something we are ‘seeing’ for the first time. This poetry is an illustration that talent. Excellent!

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      Sleep well. . .

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thank you Alexandra, Of course, you are one who is keeping the promise. I salute you!I glimpsed my life from the window of my failure so many years ago. Chasing the wrong things in the wrong places. One day I stopped chasing and simply took stock of the things around me!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      You fill more moments with life than anyone I know, well there is the energizer bunny I'm married too!

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      SilverGenes 5 years ago

      Magnificent!

      "alive with imperishable moments

      made from little pieces of eternity,"

      You have captured the very essence of what it means to be alive - and live! Where were you when you glimpsed what it means to be infinite and eternal? You surely did. Your words attest to that.

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      There are no words...

      But here are a few of mine anyway:

      A few moments

      In my life

      Are truly precious,

      Their glint and glow

      As fleeting

      As the sparkle

      Of a distant star,

      Their source

      As real.

      As near,

      As far.

      ______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Hello Rosemary, Thank you for reading. I suspect there are many more of them that would do so if we let them. We are too often, everywhere but the moment.

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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Wonderful poem. Makes us stop and think for a moment.

      My favourite saying is 'Life is not counted by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

      Wonderfully written

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      hi cat! thank you for reading and for your gracious comment.

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      Catherine Tally 5 years ago from Los Angeles

      "Come my heart and suck from there,

      the emptiness, seed the moment

      with breath that quickens"

      Wonderful, Arb!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      We understand as we wish to understand. Should write a hub about that.

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      Theresa Ast 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Well, that is probably as it should be. We each have our roles to play, your lovely wife and I. :) Hmm. On a second read, that didn't come out sounding quite right.

      The word "role" at times implies artificiality, a construct, something predetermined. That is not what I meant. I was using it lightheartedly and in jest. What engaged my funny bone was the idea of you having 60 minutes to preen and then back to business as usual. :) You probably knew what I meant, but just in case.... :) Theresa

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thank you Theresa, I love reading your comments. I strut about for about an hour and then my wife brings me back to reality.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thanks b. I appreciate the gracious comment, however, as long as I do not render your pen speechless, tell your lover boy he can thank me later for leaving you speechless.

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      Theresa Ast 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Alan - This is wonderful -- stark, philosophical, intense, true. It took my breath away and just for a moment made me wish it were mine... not many poems call forth such a reaction in me.

      "surging against the flow of our stoic indifference."

      "the want of the fertile moment, pleading to be pregnant,"

      "Collect the hour and lay one upon another until a day is made"

      ´╗┐Such marvelous verities, such sinuous and compelling lines. Theresa

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      b. Malin 5 years ago

      Wow Arb, I am almost rendered Speechless...So Prolific, A truly Incredible read...My Humble Votes of UP and Awesome, and Beautiful, go to YOU!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Hello sweet pea! As always, thank you for your lovely comments. From one who labors so hard to squeeze life from every moment, I appreciate your reading. You could well give lessons on getting all from any moment.

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      QudsiaP1 5 years ago

      Arb, to have read this poem is to have lived in the very essence of the word, the way you have put words to each moment raising significance to it ever so more. I love the flow in which your rose remains gentle and balanced like a smooth lullaby with its occasional pitches telling you to enjoy and acknowledge every moment as long as we live.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thank you Sid. May we, indeed.

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      Sid Kemp 5 years ago from Boca Raton, Florida (near Miami and Palm Beach)

      Awesome! May we each give birth to ourselves each moment. Shared!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Thanks curiad, the yet still wet residue of "The Journey"

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Dare I look and recognize the hand, God forbid it does not occupy the place I stand! Thanks hatter, how real, indeed.

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      Mark G Weller 5 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

      From a beginning, not to an end but to another beginning!

      Wonderful Alan.

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      I have held the hand of a man who died and did nothing. How real.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      jhamann, Once again I am indebted. Thank you for reading and the gracious comment. It is time I acquaint myself with your work.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Hello neighbor! As always, I thank you for reading. It is, indeed, a struggle. One worthy of the labor. It seems that we in the Cascades try and squeeze the entire year into 4 months. The weather is our opiate.

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      "until the making of an hour resounds in celebration..."

      What a struggle toward that exultant affirmation : "I lived!"

      A really great addition to your wonderful poetry.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

      Thank you. This was an incredible experience. Jamie