Hurry across the promenade,
run your fingers upon the shallow depth of field
and embrace
the periwinkle silence that surrounds;
perhaps, I am a fool for being in love with small things,
the ones that often go by unnoticed–
the sounds of early morning,
sweet, melancholy song that’s sung aloud
almost teasingly–
the salt on my tongue is witness to the changing atmosphere.
A thorny bush of roses,
the smile that forms on your face
when you catch me glancing upon my shoulder;
tell me, would you exchange them?
Let go to the extent that fire in your soul is extinguished?
Poems carried inside one’s pocket,
coolness of early Spring air and a kind word spoken;
these are the things that matter, don’t they?
Perhaps, I am a fool for being in love with small things,
the ones that often go by unnoticed.
Photo credits: Dream Portrait, Antonio Mora, Pinterest
Day 1 ~ April is for Fools and Poets
Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads
Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
36 Responses
They for sure matter Beautifully written!
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
perhaps, I am a fool for being in love with small things…
What an awesome poem to kick off April Poetry Writing Month!
May we go from strength to strength.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
May this April infuse in us the love and power of writing through life!
Happy NaPoWriMo 2020 🥂
Ah, there is such sweetness in these small things! This has immediately become one of my favourites of your beautiful poems.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Maybe those small things aren’t so small at all, Sanaa. They have been noticed.
Most definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Kim 💄❤️
Then I am a fool too. Let’s be fools together my friend! I love this piece.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Lovely, there is wonder in small things🙏
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Ellecee 💄❤️
Who could not be in love with small things ? Lovely poem.
Thank you so much, Rall 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Incredibly moving …. every line. Also love the art.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So beautiful, and no you aren’t a fool to love and notice the small things.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“Poems carried inside one’s pocket,
coolness of early Spring air and a kind word spoken;”
Simple pleasures, yes
Happy Wednesday Sanaa
Much❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
If loving small things makes one a fool, then I am with you!
❤️❤️❤️
I’m in love with small things, too, Sanaa. My friends get amused when we are walking and I stop to stare at a bird!
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
How precious small things are. We are encouraged to go big, be adventurous but often what give us pleasure are the simple delights that surround us. Being satisfied this way makes us happy.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Robin 💄❤️
What a sweet poem. It helps me focus on the fact that often it’s the small things that matter to happiness.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I think the small things will be more important in coming days! Good write.
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
If you are a fool for being in love with small things, then we all should be foolish along with you. Cheers, Sanaa and well done.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
May we all feel this way, Sanaa. It is simple truths, and appreciation that make us better people.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Sara 💄❤️
I love the lyrical movement, the delight in the small so evident from the imagery, and your usual, delightful sensuousness. Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️