It's the little things that tell
the difference
but many times there's no observer
to notice them
Little things like
ignoring all the beer in the fridge
and going straight for the cupboard
where the tea bags
stood untouched for years
Chamomile
Caramel
Pear
A fine combination
He took out one little bag
and filled the kettle with water
and placed it on the electric stove
and looked out the window
while waiting for the steam to whistle
Rainy weather outside
Overcast weather inside, in his heart
Also he had no smokes left
and no one to smoke them with
so he took the lighter from inside his
pocket and lit it
against the glass of the window
and said to the flame, "You said
you'd leave. But you
never left. It was a lie. Else why do
I feel you closer now than when your
body stood right next to mine? Doesn't
make sense. You never left…"
The glass started to blacken around
the flame and he retreated it
"You never left," he said. "You are so close
now and had taken over so much
of my mind that I started doing
the things
you loved and I hated."
The kettle whistled
behind him
He turned around.
"You never left…"
Yep, I know I’ve the voice of a 96 year old man on his deathbed despite being in my 20s. Also my pronunciation’s all over the place due to lack of practice (English ain’t my 1st language). But behold I got drunk and silly one afternoon and told a few friends about my poetry blog. You know how these things end up. Here I am now recording my own voice — with intonation, mind you — reading my poem.
“such strength, determination, and willpower-“ignoring all the beer in the fridge
and going straight for the cupboard
where the tea bags
stood untouched for years” seems life a shifting in the atmosphere of his hopeful heart
I remember when I read this, I was sitting in front of a baseboard heater with my laptop when it was still night out, camomile tea at my side, a window at my back, it was raining outside (i.e. all kind of uncanny; if I remember right; you had published it within the hour that I’d read it), feeling sad and anxious, and afraid of the world at large… and this poem was like a flame in the dark. One of my faves of yours… such a beautifully crafted story. Some folks rub off on us all the more, after they are gone.
That is seriously good. I liked it very much.
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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Thank you very much, friend 🙂
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Your welcome..
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And I second that opinion
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(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Thank you!
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“such strength, determination, and willpower-“ignoring all the beer in the fridge
and going straight for the cupboard
where the tea bags
stood untouched for years” seems life a shifting in the atmosphere of his hopeful heart
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Yep 🙂
You only know truly what you’ve had after you lose it. Then you kinda become like it.
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Wow it’s simply amazing ❣️
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Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
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I like this very much. It is very moving and expresses something deep. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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My pleasure, Eliot ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Thanks for reading and the kind review •ᴗ•
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yeah. wow.
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٩(^‿^)۶
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Awesome! Congrats!
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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっThank you
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Just beautiful 💖
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Thank you (^_^)
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Your welcome 🙂🌹
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Wow! This is powerful. I can’t wait to read more of your writing.
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༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ glad to hear that, Jessie 🙂
Thank you!
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Beautifully Nostalgic. Great Word Art Doc!
Thanks for liking my work. Let me know your thoughts
Hugs 🤗
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(っ◔◡◔)っ
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Amazing poem!
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Thank you ༚ꞋᴗꞋ༚
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Isn’t it interesting how some people leave footprints in our lives like dinosaur fossils!?
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(ง^ᗜ^)ง Oh, you said it!
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:>)
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I remember when I read this, I was sitting in front of a baseboard heater with my laptop when it was still night out, camomile tea at my side, a window at my back, it was raining outside (i.e. all kind of uncanny; if I remember right; you had published it within the hour that I’d read it), feeling sad and anxious, and afraid of the world at large… and this poem was like a flame in the dark. One of my faves of yours… such a beautifully crafted story. Some folks rub off on us all the more, after they are gone.
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Dear Lia,
To have evoked such feelings in the reader is really the highest achievement I could hope for 😊👍
Thank you!
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Cross-world coincidences lend their magic to a moment… and to very evocative, relatable, and sensitive stories. Rock on DR/Bogdan 💛
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HEY—IT IS REAL MAN!
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(^o^)丿 as real as it gets :)))
THANK YOU! 🙂
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yEP–YOU ARE WELCOME!
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(=^ω^=)
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ORRT-ORRT-ORT-!
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Such a tender poem.
Gwen.
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Thank you, Gwen (′ꈍωꈍ‵)
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This hit home…..
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Many thanks for checking it out! (◕‿◕)
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Awesome! I love it! 😊
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٩( *´╰╯`)۶ Thank you!
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