Tiny things,
really
this murmured beat
these tired feet
this sigh.
Miniscule details,
honestly
your deviant powers
these waiting hours
this lie.
Trivial losses,
I suppose
some ink, some tears
four years
this I.
Tiny things,
really
this murmured beat
these tired feet
this sigh.
Miniscule details,
honestly
your deviant powers
these waiting hours
this lie.
Trivial losses,
I suppose
some ink, some tears
four years
this I.
Written for Three Word Wednesday.
Click here to see the words, and play along:
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/03/3ww-cclxii.html
Phew, this eye says I like it!
felt like a swirl to I, good one.
This poem is very clever! And I like it a lot!
Best, M.
The little things are everything.
Shared at Poets United’s Poetry Pantry this week:
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/03/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-92.html