‘Unspoken Moments’: A Poem by Michael Pendragon

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Unspoken Moments

A sunpatch nap the first warm day of Spring,
A curled up kitten sleeping in your lap,
A country walk down lanes where robins sing,
The surge of joy in every thunderclap
And burst of rain that sets one’s spirit free.

A book by Dickens, Stevenson, or Poe,
A hand, pressed tight, that wears a band of gold,
Two pairs of eyes locked in a candle’s glow,
Two pairs of arms that lovingly enfold,
A Banbury Cross baby on my knee.

A boardwalk stroll, a salty ocean breeze,
Watching the sky to catch a falling star
Or sunbeams shooting through the Summer trees,
The thrill of driving solo in my car
Nowhere to go and all the world to see.

Unspoken moments words cannot express,
The deeper feelings passed from soul to soul,
An understanding we alone possess,
A wonderment too perfect to extol—
The love that grows inside of you and me.

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Michael Pendragon is a New York-based poet, writer, and independent filmmaker. His poetry and fiction have appeared in approximately 200 small press publications, and he has three poetry collections available at Amazon.com. From 1996 to 2005, he published a pair of literary journals: “Penny Dreadful” and “Songs of Innocence & Experience.” He currently publishes “A Year of Sundays,” featuring the poetry of the members of his Facebook Group, “The Official AAPC (alt.arts.poetry.comments) Poetry Group” at https://www.facebook.com/groups/184972343500393