Poetry

"Temporary Moments"

Words spoken in a single moment are true,
but still true is the thing that changes.

"Reflection of me"

Therein blue whales and harpy eagles
Veiling the humbly small and mundane
Of crickets and ant trails
A quieter reverence lost.

Once euphoric, unapologetic in the joy for
A clicking beetle or firefly festivals
Now ashamed in adult mechanism.
In eradication of tiny wonders,

Will we see a reflection of us?

"Where did I leave my happiness?"

I think I may have dropped it off in a wax sealed letter;
Or between bookshelves of me and the mind,
Perhaps it wandered like a stray dog until my calling could no longer retrieve,
Or maybe I left it purposefully scuffed and dirty in the rain.
Maybe it just died like a long used ember,
Lost in someones touch, only to be scored and marked up with chalk pencils again.
Was it left between my lips and a glass tea cup,
Did I lose it along the growing of a symphony,
Or the hug of a friend?