The Minute

Fay Slimm.

 

 

The Minute.

 

Connecting with sky above and earth
below,
eyes unfocused I resolve to observe
slowly
and regard with mindfulness Tiny's 
unfolding.

 

Grass blades creak, restless plants

moan.

Blooms rustle and squeak as petals 

open.

Soil heaves with stir when rootlets

unroll.

Busyness mutters when miniscule

grows.

I watch smallness whisper in voice 

control

and as awe perceives almost-heard  

motion 

littleness drops noise to near-silent        

key-tone.

 

At my feet the minute is composing
unknowns
by shifts of momentum compounded 
with lows 
and inbuilt mumbling non-sounds of 
its own.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2021 05:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    Lovely words , Fay 🙂 beautiful read

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you Rose and so glad you enjoyed the read.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fay.
      Now it's very 'sad'. A person got upset because someone kept saying 'tiny little' in the same sentence, meaning the same thing.
      Haven't these people got anything better to do? They should 'get a life', certainly 'get out more'! lol.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Thank you for your visit and for the comment dear Orchi.

      • L. B. Mek

        'Grass blades creak, restless plants
        moan.
        Blooms rustle and squeak as petals
        open.
        Soil heaves with stir when rootlets
        unroll.
        Busyness mutters in all miniscule
        growing.'
        as ever dear Fay, I'm left mesmerised by your choice wording, wonderful imagery!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Am delighted the read gave you pleasure my friend - - Nature's little things have long mesmerised my poetic mind.

        • Goldfinch60

          It is the small things that are there in our lives that need to be seen with open eyes, minds and hearts.

          Andy

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes I truly agree Andy - - Nature's small things that can teach us so much.

          • dusk arising

            Exquisite! I haven't been coming into mps much lately but so pleased i did this morning to catch this beauty.
            Showing once again how in touch you are with nature all around.
            The last verse/stanza on its own lifts me.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Hi Dusk - so good to see you back in harness again on M.P.S. - - am delighted the read gave you a lift and thanks for looking in on The Minute.

            • SureshG

              Little is a conceptual word, if viewed from “Gulliver’s Travels”, for there is always something smaller than the smallest, but your poetic intellect has surely made even the minute sound grandiose.

              • Fay Slimm.

                Thanking you most sincerely my friend for resurrecting my recent tributes to all things nature can use and from which we can learn. So pleased you enjoyed The Minute.



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