LIFE CAN BE BURDENSOME / SAVOR ITS MOMENTS
Within the Dim Light of Failure
It has been a long day
with little success.
The subway is crowded
and people are damp
from the rain.
I fold my umbrella,
sit with my hands
on my lap.
A young Asian girl
with bangs that hang
over her eyes
sits down beside me.
She unwraps a candy,
a plum flavored drop
she holds to her lips.
We move through the city.
There are street lamps
that flash in the windows.
I am crushed
by the weight of the day.
Her hair is perfumed
and held
with a dragon barrette.
I think of small moments
of pleasure.
She smiles politely
as I glance at her face.
I just finished writing this poem moments ago. As I wrote was thinking of how the scale and granduer of life can become burdensome. In a gentle way I wanted this poem to focus on the smaller parts of life, those insignificant occurrences that bring moments of joy.
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the days of our lives
When I am in NYC, I love those subway rides.
Love them too. :)
A circle of life; lived, felt at some level, perhaps understood. The ebb and flow of life comes through in your words.
Thanks, I find that throughout life it's the little things that become important.
Really enjoyed this poem.
It's nice.
Thanks it means a lot you enjoyed it.
You're welcome
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