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The Little Things
People ask me what love is
and I smile because I know
I see the answer in you every day
Your sadness for old shoes
left on a windowsill
waiting to be rescued from the rain
The scar above your eye you hate
when it speaks to you in the mirror
Always and relentlessly there,
sharing a home with the old ones in your heart
colored crimson and blue
It’s not perfection I seek
It’s the little things that are real
and draw me closer to you
They leave their impressions;
with no chance of escaping my heart
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Last few words:
Ruminations on what love is to me.
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Lavender
Thu, 2021-02-04 12:16
The Little Things
Hi, Michael,
Your poetry delights in the obvious - you bring out the magic in the simple and the unpretentious. I love the old shoes on the windowsill. That's the good stuff!
Thank you!
L
Michael Anthony
Sat, 2021-02-06 15:42
Appreciate your thoughts L.
Appreciate your thoughts L. Thank you for the very kind words, and I'm happy you enjoyed this piece.
Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony
Sat, 2021-02-06 15:43
Teddy, you are too kind, but
Teddy, you are too kind, but thank you very much. I always enjoy your comments and perspective on my writing - be well!
Cheers
Michael Anthony