We rarely notice the quiet importance,
until the clock spins past it, unforgiving.
A word spoken softly over morning coffee,
a smile exchanged under tired streetlights—
not dramatic, just small and sunlit,
like dust specks settling on a windowsill.
Later, we pin meaning to that Tuesday,
or the offhand note scribbled in haste.
Small coins of memory tucked in pockets,
their worth unknown until the pockets tear.
Life barrels forward, loud, relentless, impatient,
but it’s the quiet moments that linger longest.
The days we race through without looking back,
will someday build the corners of our stories.
Meaning waits in the spaces we do not,
humming softly, hoping we pause long enough.
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A powerful poem, well written. Your poem explores the significance of small, quiet moments in life that often go unnoticed but hold deep meaning and value. It suggests that while life moves forward rapidly, these seemingly insignificant experiences shape our stories and memories.
life moments often ignored until we retrace our steps, captivating read
Taking care and respecting time seems the theme of this poem. Some of that taking care is spending some quiet moments. We all need breaks. A lovely write
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