Hearing Particles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Glistening bits and pieces of other's conversations
being carried on all around, none of them making
much sense, because hearing tiny particles and
putting them together, are giving nothing to grasp
onto.

Meanings are lost, there are no definitions to be
assigned to a one of them.

Keeping on writing, letting you know that every once
in a while, I do notice what's going on around me,
but not always in whole parts - just sounds about
words without any sustenance.