Smallness Poems

- Idyllic -

                - Idull is a free pass to peace of mind - quote from poet

                           When peach colors swell in the evening sky
                                    an moment in a spiral of color
                              Sharing my adventures in the silence
                          In my smallness between heaven and earth
                                a silent song becomes a symphony
                                      I admitting my inadequacy
                                    behind the curtain of humility
                                It falls as jewels on my path tonight
                                         Idyllically near eternity
                             wish to hold on to this flawless moment

An Evening Composition

The noise of the day
has subsided and folded
into a quiet
under the soft covers
of a July evening.
The eyes seem to resist
the particular and instead
focus on nothing 
but the sum - the glow 
from shore lights 
smudged on water,
the dark sky powdered
with translucent clouds
and the faint filaments 
of stars strung out overhead.

Tonight, I don't want 
the granular detail of things
to steal my attention
but to enjoy the blending,
the stand back meld
of colors, of each stroke,
forming a picture transcending
its parts. I want to feel
the evening being
put together
into a boundless whole,
to be beyond 
the smallness of myself
and be absorbed totally
into the mystery
of the composition

A Nobody But I'm Somebody

A nobody but I'm somebody in the vast cosmic dance,
Just one small spark, yet burning with resilient light.

I walk unseen through crowded streets, a passing glance,
A whispered name forgotten with the fading night.

Yet in my quiet moments, worlds expand within,
My thoughts create universes none have ever known.

The smallest acts of kindness—where legends begin,
From tender seeds of nothing, mighty trees have grown.

A nobody to history's grand, unfolding page,
But somebody to those whose lives I've gently touched.

A heartbeat in the rhythm of this fleeting age,
A single drop of rain that makes the garden lush.

So call me insignificant, I won't protest—
For in this seeming smallness, I have found my rest.

A nobody but somebody—perhaps that's best,
When being truly human is life's only test.????????????????

Us

pulsating periwinkle stars dot the sky
under a lavender moon we make sweet love
on silk-soft sand two passionate lovers lie
as heavenly hosts serenade from above
all around us luminous fireflies fly
we take it in without either asking why
O the vastness and smallness of this warm night
we bask in the afterglow of love and light




* a tribute to the styles of Ink Empress and Brandy

If I was a Gnat

If I was a gnat I know whom I would bother
I would hide in their garbage disposal
flying up into their face when they ran water in their sink
I would hit them in the mouth, disgusting them

when I tired of being a gnat I would become a mosquito
buzzing in the ears of my enemies, biting them with gnarly teeth
in my smallness, I would finally get the revenge I seek

Ode To J D

Drowning in my bitterness
and the smallness of reluctance
I refuse again to see 
what life has gifted me unclaimed 
 Falling back into the prison of my dark
unfolding memoir
Drifting lost into an older time 
— negativity holds dear

(The New Room: May, 2024)

I have never given an A

Herm saw in Fee, a person who barely knew how to live
John recognized Fee’s will, she had survived childhood Armageddon
Herm focused on her downfalls, belittling her
John nurtured her potential, inspiring her

Herm discouraged most of his students, they received low grades.
John built his students up, admiring their goodness, giving A’s.
“I never have given an A,” Herm said, in a proudly weird way.
John had no words, recognizing the smallness of the man.

Cosmos Leisure

Written: November 15, 2023
              __________________________________________

Some seek leisure in the pristine wilderness
The solitary coast is the site of separateness
Each one is barred from harboring bitterness
The ocean thundering, roaring in its utterness
Nature fascinates me beyond my smallness
Never before impeded in the path of emptiness
From lackluster scarcity and austere emptiness
An itch for oneness in the cosmos of loneliness
We wait idly for the angel's plea for tenderness.

An Unresisting Way

A gull is tossed by high wailing winds,
then it lets its wings ride the storm.

Cliff top, we who watch under rain hats,
sway, and stare
strangely entranced by the sudden squall.

A certain sense of our smallness
in the greater scheme of things
comes upon us,
an acknowledgement perhaps
of our allotted place and power

especially the power
to roll with life's heaving seas,
and the wise choice
to fly with its winds
              and not against them.

The Last Organ Grinder

The faint sound of breathing
is heard in the silence of darkness
where eyes gaze into the sky
with tear-stained thoughts
  how still the moment
  the smallness of being
reliving each sorrow from yesterday
as a metaphor
that stands on the edge of emotion
looking into an abyss, feeling nothing
awakened by a mirror of reflections
that flutter in the background
like the last organ grinder
pulling his worn-out cart into the shadows
on an empty cobbled street
playing, though no one hears
beneath the last lamplight
as a quiet death of echos
fade into the dim-lit realm
to leave an after-image in the swollen eyes
and a haunting sound of sadness
that endures through the calamity of loneliness

If Peace Is Largeness

IF peace is largeness within the many chambers

of you i should dream a world of loveness

    a n d  m a n y  t e a r s  b y  j o y

to tell you the dream when smallness was

the many vapored obscured heart-tied hands

hanging upon the highest star

There is within me enough room for you

as words from distant cousins lock meaning within

a single stanza the numinous feelings are that much

nearer I -- the pupil of Life and my sight

is becoming more clearer.

:: 11.27.2015 ::

Hemmed In

The sky has climbed over
its usual low cloud cover,
today it is high, blue and vertical
with no hand holds,
those places for the eye to cling to.

In the city we don't get 'big sky'
we get pencil thin shafts
that sweep the dust off ledges,
we have foot-slogging
staircases and elevations.
where the sky cannot rise beyond
one last viewless window.

Far below
upon those hemmed-in streets
some seem forced to grow
into hybrid creatures
that must suck upon
each other's fears.

There are trees, a few stretch and reach
like mountain climbers,
yet all that high air above us is not reassuring,
it creates a feeling of smallness,
our arms too paltry to grasp the infinite.

Mostly we give no thought
to the sheer narrowness of it all,
and so with only these
manmade clifftops to jump from
it's no wonder some choose to leap.

Virgin Galactic

August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our faces
I think
The wonder
Of smallness and largeness and its great indifference
Could make it so that no human being
Would dare think of themselves as alone
Or desperate
Or insignificant
Ever again

We’d all believe
And killing would end.

Sea

The wondrous sea captivates my soul
as I sit beneath the malingering palms
   I can close my eyes
and dine on imaginations from its offered sounds
I can listen quietly to the soft throb of the waves
   as they rush to shore
changing from dark blue to light blue to white
before vanishing in the sands of the shore

along a red thin line on the horizon
a sailboat slowly moves
the sails are pushed by the wind toward the sunset
pelicans glide in the distance
between voluminous clouds of white and gray
then fall like spears into the sea
seagulls arrive like thieves to steal fish
their squeaky sound belies the struggle for life
between the hunter and the hunted

the scent of salt air fills my attention
with every breath I take
I look out at the sea's great expanse
and have a sense of smallness
   filled with wonder

the power of all this I feel deeply
my soul touches time and space
   in a union of serenity
from the sea's immeasurable beauty 


4/7/23 Writing Challenge "S" Words
sponsor Constance La France
    "SEA"

Break the Mirror

we think we know
         in the smallness of our ego mind 
what we are and the purpose of life 
after all we have been constantly shaped 
to not think outside of the box 

but if we break the mirror 

we will see on the other side 
that it has is all been fiction 

our eternal soul 
vast and all knowing 
waits patiently 

for us to shatter the illusion

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