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The Important Insignificant

She's become lost in small
The oh so important insignificant
Living in her world of do, do
Doing so much
Accomplishing so little
Head down 
Sun shining on top of her head
Complaining about the heat
Can't look up
Too concerned about her feet
Skin once dark
Now white like a sheet

Better moments
Floating past her head
Instead of seeing happy
She sees red instead
You might find her joyful
Unless you listen to what is said
She seems alive but inside she's dead

For her
others can't seem to get it right
Their failures, keep her up at night
Her disapproval rides high
She flys it like a kite
Subtley expressed
With a smile so bright
yet in her eyes there is no light
Hands by her side
In fists clenched tight

I'm left wondering
Is this really working for her
Rigid thoughts so solid 
Now starting to blur
All those moments wasted 
Completly lost for sure
If only she would listen
I would gladly talk to her

Instead 
she grasps onto her small
So things they remain
just as they were
No other way of thinking 
occurs to her

Still, I desire to see fully
Beneath the critical
To glimpse her beautiful
That enlargened wonderful
No more clinging to miserable
Within a single thought
Her life could start
True freedom within life's art
Right now and here
Best moment 
better year
A less expectant
Gentler ear

Then she will find
Other small things that matter
Becoming less lost
Searching out softer ways
Exchanging a sharp tongue
For one of praise
Living to appreciate
No more wasted days
Less doing
More relaxing
Far more 
Thankful
Blessed
okays!

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James Peranteau January 31, 2015 at 8:52 AM Two reasons why I have revisited your write here dear poet (1) Your write is stuck in my head Richard (in a good way), and when this happens to me, it's hard for me to write thoughts! Sometimes, searching for a foible (not that I relish doing so) in the write helps restore... 'my muse' for my next write; I'm such the finicky writer. Secondly sir, your last name, is beautiful...Lamoureux: Lover. A pleasure reading you sir, have a wonderful weekend.........much love, james Richard Lamoureux January 31, 2015 at 9:04 AM What a great honour these words are, thanks for making my day. Have a wonderful weekend as well. P.s. I wish I was proficient in the language of French. Still I endeavor to be true to the meaning of my name by being a loving person.

Kelly Deschler January 29, 2015 at 1:11 PM It is sad that people ignore the simple pleasures. The little things are what makes life worth living... I see a part of myself here. I get carried away and forget what is really important... This is a beautiful poem filled with wisdom. Very nicely written, Rick. Richard Lamoureux January 31, 2015 at 9:05 AM Thanks so much Kelly.

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2015 at 4:57 PM this is really unique. it's "some kind of wonderful!" I enjoyed the way you used adjectives as nouns, which is acceptable when done for literary effect and not out of ignorance (like i see with some people's poetry).Superb, richard! Richard Lamoureux January 29, 2015 at 7:37 AM Thanks Andrea, I enjoy playing with words.

Monterey Sirak January 27, 2015 at 7:50 AM This is all wonderful, but especially the last part from "Best moment" on to the end. These are words to live by! Richard Lamoureux January 29, 2015 at 7:38 AM ;0)

Kp Nunez January 27, 2015 at 7:31 AM Speaking of the imperfect perfectionist, I believe you are, Richard. So rigid and strict, that it's impossible to find the little joys in moments that matter though at first glance they don't. Splendid write, as always. A 7 for me. Long time...and best regards. Kim :) Richard Lamoureux January 29, 2015 at 7:40 AM Thanks for the 7 Kim! I appreciate the visit.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 27, 2015 at 5:39 AM Better it is, my friend Richard, for people to learn from other people's mistakes, unfortunately though, most people prefer to learn from their own! Your brilliant writing and advise, cannot help those who do not want to be helped! Superb writing! Richard Lamoureux January 29, 2015 at 7:47 AM Yes and sometimes it's best that they learn from their own for that can have a most profound affect on their lives. We live in a society that has tried to insulate their children from adversity and now we have a generation that is adverse to taking risks. I do agree that a wise person observes others and can avoid pain as well as duplicate success. Thanks for the thoughtful comment.

M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 3:26 PM It's so true that the small things are so precious to us, but we often miss them. As we get older, we do find that time to stop and take in the beauty around us. Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2015 at 7:08 PM Thanks for all the visits M.L., much appreciated.

James Peranteau January 26, 2015 at 2:48 PM I find many blessing where hearts are in timely motion with the reality that, love can be a beautiful thing, found in any costume ! Beautiful write sir ! Have a blessed day.....much love, james Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2015 at 3:25 PM Thankyou kind sir, I am always happy to receive blessing my friend.

David Meade January 26, 2015 at 9:43 AM Less is more . . . our culture fills so much busyness that we lose ourselves . . . be still is something I am trying to cultivate. Another great write . . . and of course, always thought provoking!! 7 Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2015 at 9:52 AM That is so true, we should take time to embrace quiet! Thanks for the seven David.

Debbie Guzzi January 25, 2015 at 9:47 PM So nice to read your verse this evening! A very cool stream. Light & Love Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2015 at 9:50 AM Thanks Debbie, I appreciate your thoughtful visit and comment.

Eileen Manassian January 25, 2015 at 4:21 PM I thought somewhere along the line you'd say this is Martha...You know how Mary knew what was significant and Martha...well, she sounds like the lady in this poem. Very beautiful, Richard. Your way with words has always spoken to my heart. Beautiful... Eileen Manassian January 25, 2015 at 4:35 PM And here is wisdom!!! Richard Lamoureux January 25, 2015 at 4:34 PM You are right Eileen, this very well could be Martha. A bit of this person exists within all of us. Those times we seek to mold others into the people we think they should be instead of appreciating what could be an amazing moment.

Jack Ellison January 25, 2015 at 4:12 PM A brilliant write as usual, Mr. West Coast Man! Mild and less snow out here for a change! YEEHAW! Richard Lamoureux January 25, 2015 at 4:30 PM We had a super sunny day today ourselves, enjoyed a nice walk with my sweetie.

Laura Leiser January 25, 2015 at 3:40 PM Well written poem, Richard. You really get into the essence of your subject. I was intrigued. Richard Lamoureux January 25, 2015 at 3:57 PM Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment and visit.

Charmaine Chircop January 25, 2015 at 3:25 PM Smile i meant not dmile..Oops sorry!

Charmaine Chircop January 25, 2015 at 3:21 PM If only..There is a song which goes 'Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight'..Im listening to it in the background,while reading this powerful poem.Somehow I connected them together.If the look in her eyes doesnt match the dmile on her face..That speaks volumes.Powerful poem Richard.A fav! Richard Lamoureux January 25, 2015 at 3:56 PM Thanks Charmaine. I believe there is beautiful beneath her critical, sadly she is living in shadows of how things are supposed to be instead of enjoying them how they are.