Short Tinier Poems
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To what may I most worthily compare
The tinier, fatter fingers of this newborn?
To breathe of softness his delicate fingers
Which by one definition one is able
To swallow one by one like cherry-flower snow!
seen an ant,
though it’s spring not hot enough
see the march of ants
~
yes, seen a ant small
tinier than a dot, speck
a group of small ants
04/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dastardly dangers lurk wherever you are
They can come from far away or from right where you are
Sometimes the greatest perils are the ones you can't see
Tinier even than the legs of a flea
Evolution and Nature are a most formidable pair
Protecting and selecting
Death
To even those with the most savoir faire
Form:
In the catalogue picture I saw
Such a gemstone that filled me with awe.
Oh, but I should have known
That ring’s smaller than shown -
At least SEVEN times tinier. BAH!
Written April 17, 2016 for Contest that closed 4/28
Nww used for the Second Chance #3 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
It's pretty much all I have to enter this time!
I trusted you.
I told you things,
I never told anyone.
I trusted you with that information.
You knew how broken I was.
I trusted you with my broken heart.
But you broke it more.
You broke my heart,
in even tinier pieces.
You broke my trust,
even smaller,
to the point that no matter how hard I tried,
it couldn’t be fixed.
I lost my trust,
because I gave you the last of it.
square blue sign on a pole
large crisp white H on it
white border
underneath it is a tinier blue sign with a white arrow
universal signal showing how to reach a hospital
I imagine a driver from out-of-state trying to breathe
they are racing from blue H signs to blue H signs
this might mean several miles of racing
what if they miss one that turned left?
Would their death be an accident or are deaths preplanned all along?
Mid morning in the now leafy white poplar, tall and symmetrical,
four flashing light and dark magnificent magpies tea leaf, steal the
mannerisms of tinier wagtails by moving their tails up and down dancing
around from branch to branch leading following each other and chattering
away as though they have nothing else to do all day, for on this lovely day
their instincts start to do what all other young adult creatures do in Spring.
A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room.