If I could trap a moment
Which moment would it be
And how I would I preserve it
For all the world to see

If it were trapped in amber
I’d catch it like a fly
That had to taste the sticky sweet
Not knowing it would die

Preserving for the future
That moment of its greed
Still thinking it could fly away
If ever it were free’d.

Or maybe in a photograph
that traps the very light
but static as the amber’d bug
and as proscribed from flight

a moment trapped mid-movement
or with a frozen smile
that never dims yet hides away
in some forgotten file

Or could I fossilize it,
Set it in hard stone
Every moment that I want
Preserved like ancient bone

Lasting through all ages
Far beyond my time
Would some unknown future me
Still see it, then, as mine?

Inspired by the dverse word prompt of “set” but it sort of developed a mind of its own and wanted to channel Emily Dickenson instead of being a quadrille. Adding the dverse “immitation” prompt

23 thoughts on “Preserved

  1. there is also something of Goethe’s Faust here though your poem is full of charm – each verse delicately crafted. This one especially

    “Or maybe in a photograph
    that traps the very light
    but static as the amber’d bug
    and as proscribed from flight”

  2. Loved the premise of this one…..trying to capture moments that we want for all time. Excellent rhyming that kept a good pace in the reading.
    I know I’ve pondered sometimes….not wanting time to stand still on one moment forever so that time is frozen and doesn’t move forward. But just some way that we could keep a moment live so that we could not just view it again, as we can with videos, but get in to the moment itself so we can live and react in it again. hmmmm I think that’s called a time machine?
    I especially liked the stanza on fossils.
    Well done!

    • Or the way objects become imbued with memories, and then when other people just see them as objects, it feels like an affront.

  3. I like the way you try to answer a question that is almost impossible to answer.. maybe a preserved moment will be just like all preserves… merely a faint shadow of the original… like the shadows of Plato’s cave resembling the real without being the actual moment.

    • Very insightful- I’ve actually spent several days now struggling with this very concept, about perception. I finally have an anchoring line and hoping it will come through today!

  4. But Xan, you already have. As I read this I think it is exactly what a God(dess) does. They will always be yours, but their sting/joy/guilt/etc. may wear off over time — which is as it should be. If it didn’t you’d never want to leave them to go on to make new ones… You did a wonderful job on this poem. I felt it strongly but yet it has a lightness to it that brings the message home without overwhelming.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s