like a tiny full stop stuck between two beautiful words,
like a grey mishapen pebble on a beach of a million other pebbles,
like a the tiny marks in between the numbers on a clock,
like a child in a crowd of shouting adults,
like a blade of grass on a football pitch,
like a freckle on a heavily freckled face,
like a single corn on overloaded cob,
i am always hard to find,
am always overlooked,
am always
.
fluid, with a perfect ending (or not - my favorite kind) . It is when you notice another full stop in a room of moving people that the possibilities begin.
this was interesting..I hope you pride yourself on the company that you keep in being so overlooked..Well said... Always, Amberlee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely way of thinking Vincent, a most unusual poem, and I loved it. Thanks for posting. Love Ernestine XXX