Look at the small print,
look at it just look at it.
No need to read
between the lines,
it is there in black and white.
Addendum to diary entry:
I love him I love him I love him!
I am so tiny tiny tiny
Why can’t I think big?
Why can’t I say:
I love you I love you I love you.
I am so tiny tiny tiny.
Oh if only I could sprout
the wings of a bird
I would fly to him,
fly to him
and gather him in my skirts.
Say: See here,
look at the small print:
I love him I love him I love him!
Instead: I am tiny tiny tiny.
I have the wings of a moth
forever searching for the moon…
Anna :o]
With thanks to Tess at The Mag for her prompt (the
image above is not that of the prompt.).
Also thanks are due to the commentator of a news item who stated: Look
at the small print – and the above sprouted from the two.
Also entered at The Poetry Pantry – thanks Mary.
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
34 comments:
So much to think about in this poem, Anna. And so many beautiful phrases. I love "I have the wigs of a moth forever searching for the moon," but I am thinking as well about the feeling tiny instead of feeling big.
love is a risk. we open ourselves up to pain...or success..i dont know which is scarier at times...ha...even moths can fly, you know...smiles.
fear of thinking, acting being big has halted so many worthy actions
I like it! Very nice.
even tiny has tiny voice...so dare to talk, to feel - someone who need will hear you! Love the poem!
Tiny? Oh no! It's CHECKMATE!
Birdie found me out, she found me out, she found 'Me' out!
... who would've thought?
Hehehe :-)
Even small print can hold its volume when one feels tiny in a big world.
Some meaningful thoughts wrapped in
tiny print.
This is so lovely and a new thing for me.
Absolutely delightful poem . You have such acute insight into the human condition:) Brought smiles.
Lovely!
very interesting idea! i like it!
Thank you very much, I love your poems! Greetings!
so beautifully written....love the novelty of it...wonderful..
Interesting and thought-provoking combination of intense love and feeling of inferiority. I enjoyed the small print metaphor!
Wonderful poem, and I loved the way it said so much without saying it directly.
Anna, your poem is timeless, quite beautiful.
so beautifully written , i am sure the tiny one will be loved for her humility
the end reminds me of shelley...the desire of the moth for the star of the night for the morrow
Oh, I loved this. It was perfection in every teeny tiny line. :)
I love font poetry!!! Very creatively presented
The various font sizes work so well with this one...nice...
things out of reach, the yearning, ah but such persistence; thanks for stopping over at my blog
much love...
hey :)
a neat coming together of concepts, finding their own way into something opening and closing like a mouth I hear it talking but the words become a feeling making sense. best :)
Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks.
Le vue d’oiseaux: Ah checkmate! Sometimes there is no pleasure in the capture as the king returns to the confines of his box, hiding amongst his subjects… :o]
Anna :o]
I think of tiny jewelry boxes. And glass figurines. So beautiful, yet so fragile. But those words are huge. And those words can move planets. No jewelry box can hold them.
"Sometimes there is no pleasure in the capture as the king returns to the confines of his box, hiding amongst his subjects"
'King' - hides? ... in a box! And what a box too!!
I suppose in a poet's mind, or the confinement of that tiny box, anything is possible, if desired, including 'king in box' ... even celebrate it too! After all, it's your box and you do what you like inside there
... not everyone would agree though since we each have our own box and because in real life, this is a most unlikely scenario, impossible even. Because 'real' kings are 'keepers', and why they never leave for there to be a 'return' nor allow themselves to be 'kept' themselves, let alone in a box - but of course it is all in the poet's mind here
... and why the 'checkmate' to the confinement of the 'poet''s box with such scenario
L’oiseaux
Ah, the poet knows that tis just a dream and she can never really capture the king, only observe as he abdicates when danger looms - and she would not want this humiliation for him. But he has shown himself and in this unguarded state becomes vulnerable, becomes vulnerable to those who seek to undermine/unseat him and humiliated he is and returns to his box. (It is safe but lonely here.) And she is as lost and as sad as he.
And she the poet the dreamer, in her real life keeps her thoughts in her box as open expression would leave her vulnerable, open to rejection, and she seeks not humiliation. And yes you are right, in her own box she can do anything, live out her wildest dreams – and so she does and sprouts her bird wings…
Anna :o]
Oh dear, what a mess, and it gets more complicated by the minute too - too cryptic for my simple brain to comprehend - but even with my simplicity, it does sound more like a nightmare than a dream Anna!
... and did you say you're sprouting wings?
Ok @_@ ... at least there is hope 'for you' at the end of it all, that struggle - 'Good luck' with the flight, Angel :-D
L’oiseaux
Checkmate then. Game over. Thanks for playing. ;o)
Anna :o]
Small prints can develop into big things in a good way. But small prints in documents can spring surprises! Nicely Anna!
Hank
Maybe tiny, but persistant..as we know...love grows....hypnotic!
Small print can be a bombshell. Pull the plug and watch what happens. Tiny written words call for good eyesight. It amazes me, Anna, how you can give birth to a poem from obscure places. A magic mind.
Love this poem Anna, what a creative way at looking at life ... the small print.. wonder what we could achieve if we just wrote in bigger letters
Brilliant. I an going to be thinking about the tiny print the rest of the night.
That's truely lovely! The biggest things on Earth often sneak on cat's paws ...
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