The word this week from the Buddy Up community is Sublime.

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Sublime

Supreme among the Idles that have went before.

Unrivalled, in any country, on any shore.

Born from a dream, One meant to come true.

Looking perfect, every time I look at you.

Inspiring words you bring to mind.

Memories like this one so hard to find.

Everything else, I leave behind.

I can always say now that I wrote a S U B L I M E poem.

Okay do I really need to say anything else after that? In years to come people will go to shows to hear that read out on stage.

This is one word, I can never see myself using. Nope nu huh not to describe anything. Maybe I have just yet to see that sublime moment.

I know a little bit about printing, and when I look at the word , I see Subli ME. There is a printing process called sublimation. This is what is used in transfers such as those you see on cups pens caps t-shirts and items like that. Transferred through heating process.
That's the subli part the me is obvious. That'd be me.

So, Let's try to find that sublime moment in my mind

I really don't know, how the thoughts of this mind can come to this screen. Finding the right words to share the right vision. We all see colours different. Every vision shared sparks a new imagination. If I fail or succeed and you happen to be reading this. Know that,,,,

Somebody somewhere is thinking good things about you.

Green fields for miles around not a soul in sight. The whistle of the birds the only sound. A brick bridge going over a stream. (Crick for those who live in Wisconsin). That's were I go do my fishing. I never catch anything there is no fish in the stream. I just imagine if I got a hook in the cheek and I would want to do that to another creature. That's why I fish there so I won't hurt any fish. okay getting off track here, Focus Focus!

Green fields, bridge, stream, fishing. The sun casting down as I sit on the bank of the stream with my back resting against the brick of the bridge. The brim of my hat casting a shadow across my brow. A distant view of a couple of miles upstream, banked by meadow'd greens. Watched over by generations of Oak Birch Ash Aspen trees of all kinds, capped by a distant mountain.

That moment when the last twinkle of the sun is still visible. I swear at times you would believe in faeries. The way the light filters through the water and he reflections and shadows cast is nothing less than magical. If there was a portal between two worlds this would be it. For a brief moment, it's like dancing rainbows. The sparkles of reflection are like igniting pixie dust Mini fireworks of the mind I guess. For that moment though you would be a believer again.

It doesn't happen every night. Boy the nights it does, it is not worth to miss. I live for those evening to remember dreaming again. Entering through that moment of magic into the world of possibility again. Entering to slumber with everything has a maybe.

Well, In all that magic that I missed cause you walked up and said...

"Hey you" wink
"Just wanted to say hi and I know we haven't talked much but".

Well God Dammit! with all the frustration I was turning around with to chew you a new one. "H-h-hi there." is all that came out.

As I got up turned and looked. What I had seen before me I had never seen before. A slipper in each hand bare feet swinging and blue jeans sitting atop the bridge. The gentle breeze catching your top. Making it look like you had wings as it flapped at the back.

You were just that bit above me, the sun had not yet dropped. As the brim of my hat rose to reveal your face. The last ray of light met your eyes. They sparkled and shined and lit up my mind. You caught that magic ray and held it with such grace. The moment you created, I don't think you know took place. This was the sublime moment.
Somebody somewhere is thinking good things about you.