One second might not tell
When held against an hour
One hour might not count
When weighed against a day
One day may not matter
When considering a life
One word may mean little
From the conversation whole
One line may not be missed
When stricken from the book
One thought may be dismissed
In comprehension of the mind
One flaw might be overlooked
When evaluating character
One mistake means little
When summing up a man
One sin may be forgiven
In the judgement of a soul
So how is it a single glance
Can make one wither so?
I like your measured use of repetition. You make 'One' seems so slight and repairable. However, as you close, there are those 'ones' can be re-kindled by a small spark in a glance. Been on both ends of those. Not a good feeling getting or giving. I try to address this in my poem 'Recrudesce.' It does not take much to injure afresh an old wound. Tom
Lovely poem to contemplate. Isn't it dreadful how the tiny slights can hurt so greatly? Try to learn to let go of such small hurts. It helps to forgive if not forget.
Excellent writing-I think you will enjoy one of my poems because it answers the question, 'How is it a single glance can make one wither so? ' My poem, 'Does It Matter' gives the answer why this happens. You might enjoy others I have written. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One word, one smile can inspire the soul. Great poem; words for thought. Thank you.