Sequestered
When thoughts flow swift and deep
In my hand I hold a strand
an itch and an insight
a piece of an epiphany
a globe of shining light
In the quieter moments
when others are asleep
I enjoy sequestered moments
when thoughts flow swift and deep.
And other times when I’m alone
my mind is satisfied
I reminisce and daydream
and ideas are magnified.
Sequestered in my own world
moments turn to days
and feelings I’ve had hidden
burst into sudden blaze.
There is a world of my own
where no one else has been
I keep insights sequestered
others have never seen.
I meditate and calculate
the painting in the frame
the story told inside my life
that often is the same.
I look outside the window
and drink the tranquil scene
that drifts into my senses
where the entire world is green.
These are the magic moments
often only visualised
a fortune in rare diamonds
changed and crystallised.
©
David Rudder
7th October 2020
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