#speck
shred, dash, drop, pinch, soupçon, jot, iota, whit,
atom, smattering, scintilla, hint, suggestion, tinge,
a modicum of good works,
my endeavor, to serve and deliver,
man's bounty of good words
from my kitbag,
fresh, hot, n' crusty
just like me....
Hello Poetry!
Feb 2014
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Matter of
perspective
For me
It is
But maybe
For you
They are all
Just a blur
And I
am but
a speck
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
M*aybe.
After all this.
I was only meant to die.
not even a speck of dust,
in this entire universe,
I am an indistinct part of the dark night sky*.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
A new year
Adding a number to the age
One year less to go
The life is so unpredictable
Mortality is real.
This could be my last
Isn't it a thought
The end will be my new beginning
Won't it be beautiful
A start with a finish.
It has been a year
And the day is back
A constant reminder
Of a time before when I didn't exist
But then I appeared
To be a speck of universe
So very tiny part.
The day after the day
Is a withdrawal,
No greetings, no messages,
Just left over piece of cake,
But here is the reminder
Call this friend,
It is his birthday now.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
I open the big glossy book
full of beautiful illustrations
galaxies, nebulae, moons and stars
cross into my view
as I travel its pages
I’m awe-struck.
In the black background
clusters of color and light
this page-turning cosmic flight
humbles me
a tiny speck
in the expanding universe.
Dark matter
dark energy
dot this inner space
wasted moments
in scattered remnants
undetectable by astronomy
or particle physics
in this collapsing sun.
Thank God for the stars
in my universe
who need no telescope
or cosmic observatory
to enter the inner space
to trace and find the heart
and grace
in this still expanding speck.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
I feel like a star
so small from afar
yearning for someone to come closer
and see that I'm more
than just another speck in the sky
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
✦ . · ✦ ✵ . * *
the silence of the moon
* ˚ . ✦ ˚ ✦ · + . . ✵ · ⋆ . ✫ ✵ . . ✷ * · · . ✵ . ·
⋆ . *
* ˚ . ✦ ˚ ✦ · + . is timeless
and I wish ⋆ . *
* ˚ . ˚ · + .
⋆ . *
* ˚ . ✦ ˚ · + . for a minor second
✦ + *. * . · ✵ . * ⋆ . . *
* ˚ . . ✦ ⋆ . * ˚ . ˚ · + .
that I was more
+ *. * . . · ✦ ✵ . * ⋆ . * + . . ✵ · ⋆ . ✫ * · · . ✵ . ·
⋆ . *
* ˚ . ˚ · + . than a speck
of human dishonesty ⋆ . *
* ˚ . ˚ · + .
⋆ . *
* ˚ . ˚ · + . and instead+ *. * ✷ . · ✦ ✵ * ⋆ . *
a star
fallen from
the sky.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
Mountains watching over
open vein streaming
pushed through from
nowhere.
Creatures singing war songs
sheltering their love.
Secret wind
whistles.
Crumbling avalanche,
at time’s tipping point.
No warning,
just down.
Speck of floating earth rock
spinning forever,
tree seed stretch
in space.
Silencing thunderstorm,
one moment,
to remember life
before.
Roaring fire comfort,
stories of the gods
to guide us
onward.
But the season’s changing
compassion choking
yet good keeps
breathing.
Sweet filling lung intake
scent of the flower,
the hilltop lilly.
The children reveal truth,
adults are hiding
the sunrise
glory.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
A black kitten stumbles towards me
Its young features-
Prominent in the thick fog
The kitten, teetering on its small paws
I kneel down-
In these looming clouds
This kitten-
She rubs her head
against my outstretched hand
This poor little guy,
Not knowing where to go
Such a small speck in this big, big world
The fog blinds me for a moment-
And the kitten was gone
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Countless stunning specks of diamonds,
the opulent night sky proudly displays,
for the eyes of both believers and heretics.
Writes scintillating alphabets of beauty that spells,
eternity in millions of wondrous ways stunning us,
in colors of star lights that stare,twinkle,wink,
or keep a stoic silence,for us from the firmament,
thereby displaying all the answers to questions,
even the ones, that one failed to ask, in the first place$
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
There's something in my eye
Helen said
can you have a look Benny?
we were walking up Meadow Row
towards the bomb site
stop walking then
I said
and let me see
so she stopped
and put down her doll
Battered Betty
and she closed her eyes
I can't see if you
shut your eyes
I said
so she opened her eyes
and I said
which one is it?
the left one
she said
so I opened up
her eyelids wide
as I could
her hands were holding
my wrist and hand
can you see anything?
she said
not yet only an eyeball
I said
her hands were holding
my wrist and hand tightly
her other eye
was staring at me
maybe it's dust
from the bomb site
I said
can you see it?
no not yet
I said
moving her eyelid
higher and lower
gazing into her eye intently
think I see it
I said
what is it?
bit of grit I think
I said
can you get it out?
she said
sure I'll try
I said
I reached for an handkerchief
from my jean's pocket
what are you doing?
she said
looking for my handkerchief
I said
what for?
to get the grit out
I let go of her eyelids
and reach out
my handkerchief
and ******* up one end
into a point
she studied me anxiously
will it hurt?
no it'll be ok
I said
she didn't seem convinced
and stared at me
her hands were hanging
in mid air waiting
to clutch my hand again
so I opened up
her left eyelids again
with one hand
and with the other
tried to ease out
the tiny bit of grit
in the lower area
of her eye
her hands
clutched mine desperately
have you got it?
not yet
stay still
I said
she was kind of moving
like someone anxious to ***
I cornered the speck of grit
and slowly eased it
onto the handkerchief
and out of her eye
and wiped it
on my jeans
is it out?
yes it's out
really out?
yes really out
she closed
and opened her eye
seems all right now
she said
rubbing her eye
I put my handkerchief away
and stared at her
that ok?
I said
she nodded and smiled
yes it's better
she said
right lets go on
the bomb site
and look for stones
for my catapult
I said
ok
she said
and picked up her doll
and we went down Arch Street
and onto the bomb site
to look for stones
you're my hero
she said
clutching her doll
with one hand
and holding my hand
with the other
I thought
hope the boys don't see
her holding my hand
or they'll think me a cissy
then she paused
by a bombed out house wall
and kissed me.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Some times
We freeze
We stop living
We stop thinking
We become blank
We forget our surroundings
We become blind
We forget to remember
We fail to react
We die momentarily
In dark space
We come across
Such small deaths many times
In our lives
Especially when whom we consider
So dear and near
Depart us …
Seems like we are lost for ever,
even when we are in the midst of a crowd
When we lose the energies of those who are nearby
When we fail to connect
We feel the emptiness of the complexities that surround us
The work that has been done, remaining to be done
Does it really matter what we do?
Or what we live for?
Does it really matter that we live?
In the vast timeline of the universe
Where do we stand?
The infinitely negligible
Portion of the man in the entire universe?
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC