Sense of Small
2008 May 28
A sense of small
tumbles over me
and pulls the greatness
into the ebony
of past and present
and I wonder
at the color of
the moon and
the secret of her
smile
I ponder the silence
of the noise that
flips and flaps
at reluctant ears
I question the wisdom
of grander souls
and hush in
their presence
waiting for the lesson
copyright 2008
“I question the wisdom
of grander souls
and hush in
their presence
waiting for the lesson”
Yes…….
and don’t we all? thanks for reading, sweetheart.
sarah
perhaps the hush is the lesson
you may be right.
sarah
Being in awe, is a special moment. A cure for the jaded and cynical, a relaxant, one might say. I like the flow from the celestial to the human, as if our heroes are walking stars. Nice.
you make a good point, tom – thanks for the kind words.
sarah
This I like best:
“I ponder the silence
of the noise that
flips and flaps
at reluctant ears.”
Awesome again, Sarah!
you’re going to swell my head. so many kind words. thank you.
sarah
from infinitely big to infinitely small
the world and the galaxy
the universe
the all
thank you
henry
and thank you, for that charming little rhyme. bravo.
sarah
It is indeed an excellent poem! Kudoz!
thank you, cendrine – i hope you will come visit me at the new site.
sarah