it is in these minute details
these moments of precious time
where I've watched birds flutter
away
watched you cry yourself to sleep
small moments
that near to another's chest might
mean nothing
it is in these times
of hard heart pounding
silence
that I appreciate you
yes, you're there still
time after
across
time.
About Me
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- I'm a real, honest to goodness girl. Common themes found in this blog: ~My blues. ~My writer's block. ~Nature.
3 comments:
I like it, but what happened to the one you had up before?
I'm digging the idea of titling a poem "momentous"...something big...and then talking about small moments. Drives home the point that it's the little things as part of the collective whole that make up the bigger picture. It's the pointilism of life.
drake, thanks for getting it. of course you do.
~a
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