Small things

sorenbarrett

Bits and pieces left behind
A fleck of skin, a hair to find
Drops of sweat absorbed by the ground
A little spit on the pillowcase found

 


Mosquitos carry drawn off blood
Cut fingernails fall in the mud
A word rides soundwaves in the wind
Faded thoughts I can't rescind

 


Tiny parts of me are found
In air, water, plants, sound and ground

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    definite fav

  • Paul Bell

    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
    Is that the real end, or do we move in sound.
    I suppose if we're scattered on earth, we sure move all around.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Paul for the read and comment it is appreciated. By chance alone we contain atoms once part of Napoleon, Judas, Jesus Christ and the Neandertal so why should we not become a part of future heroes and villains. Resurrected in part with some of our small pieces

    • Teddy.15

      Your imagery!!! Ok sorrenbarret you know I love you, but please less spit left on the pillow please 🤣

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Teddy for your read and comment as always most appreciated. Can't help it I have always been a drooler.

      • Thomas W Case

        You scatter yourself like dust, and the world keeps every piece whether you mean it or not.
        Gritty truth—nothing we are really disappears, it just changes hands.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks so much my friend you have grasped it and extended it. We own nothing and take nothing with us it is all on loan.

        • 8Blackwidow8

          "A word rides soundwaves in the wind
          Faded thoughts I can't rescind"

          I like these lines the most, but the overall poem is beautiful. Well written.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much for the review of this piece it is deeply appreciated as are your words of encouragement

          • orchidee

            A fine write SB.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks Orchi your read is most appreciated my friend

            • Lorenz

              we are nothing but this atomic theory within the unfathomable whole ...

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks Lorenz for your review. Yes indeed we all are all in the same giant blender

              • Kevin Hulme

                As I mentioned somewhere before. Apparently we may be breathing parts of the breath of Caesar. Or Cleopatra.
                A good Write.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much for the read and comment. Yes that is quite probable

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  The mosquito really got me, Soren! Even the little bloodsucking bastards become unwilling archivists…flying off with a tiny piece of our existence. Wonderfully strange and thought-provoking work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Tristan for the read and comment you are always appreciated my friend

                  • soheil khodaparasti

                    Profound in its simplicity. Unlike the physical traces—skin, hair, sweat, blood, and fingernails—the speaker’s thoughts are intangible fragments of himself that may persist through words or memory.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Soheil for the review and understanding yes there is a deliberate separation between the physical and yet words and memories may echo through space and time where like the traveling of light waves may travel through the eons

                      • soheil khodaparasti

                        You are welcome. Your comparison to light waves traveling through space and time adds a beautiful dimension to the poem’s idea of persistence and echo.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          You are most kind

                        • Goldfinch60

                          As they are from us all soren.

                          Andy

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you Andy for the read and comment it is appreciated



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