Friday, 19 November 2021

Small Print


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]


An oldie, resurrected.

I still have writers block – although that is probably untrue.  I have become idle and no longer attempt.  I have slipped into lethargy and my creative juices have dried up/evaporated.

That said, in the past year I have been inspired to write once, sad words, and although done, I am not quite ready to publish yet.  I think I probably will early next year.

In the interim I will endeavour to visit here often, become inspired by the prompts and finally write (regularly) again.

Shared with Poets & Storytellers United, hosted by the lovely Rosemary - cheers Rosemary!

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Photographer: Pierre Dalous


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

It's lovely that you turn to us to renew your inspiration. And of course that is exactly what we are here for!

You've shared an interesting poem, capturing the mixed emotions beautifully and economically.

Jim said...

Annie, I am happy that you have "become alive again!" I feel you read some at the Pantry and possibly leave a comment now and then, anonymously. (That happens with/by "Jenna" and "*" and another.)
I love your loving "episode" tale of reading the small print of life. As I was reading Mrs. Jim was walking in front of me and yours reminded me that we hadn't had our morning kiss yet. We did then and of course I hugged her, had to get up for that, and reminded her that I loved her. Wev'e been married going on 49 years.
Hope to read you again REAL SOON. I write even when there doesn't come much of anything good.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I want to reach out and hold your speaker. There are so many emotions in her voice, in the things she can't say in big words, in clear words, in words that aren't scared...

I am glad that you've been writing, even if some of it won't be shared with us for some time. I've been doing the same.

indybev said...

It is good to read the work of others, and ultimately to be inspired in spite of lethargy!

Shawna said...

This is my favorite part:
“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.”

rallentanda said...

Lovely to see you again. Pleased you are joining this group. Beautiful intimate poem

Thotpurge said...

I think the use of font size is very creative here... hope you get back into the writing zone soon, Anna. I am ploughing my way back by getting back to blogging...and hoping for the miracle to happen!!!

Gillena Cox said...

A delightful read. Luv your use of sizing the text


dsnake1 said...

I think the use of the font sizing is pretty creative.
don't worry about writer's block, it won't last. just don't lose the love for writing. :)
And welcome back!

phillip woodruff (jalopy dreams) said...

enjoyed your poem, very clever. sorry to hear about your writers block, that's always a bummer, hope to see you around =)

Helen said...

I am beyond happy you shared this with us! How often I jotted words very like yours in my tattered diary .... decades and decades ago. What a lovely reminder of an emotional time that could befuddle even the most sure-minded of us. Hoping you are able to work through the block that confronts the best, the very best of writers.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Consider: Love makes tiny things (and people) large.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

I wish I could hug the speaker of your poem, and whisper to her ear "Say it, say it! Your voice is a beauty and deserves to be heard." A beautiful poem, Anna.
Lovely to have you back.

And oh, I'm in the same boat with you regarding "sad words, and although done, I am not quite ready to publish yet." For one, I simply don't have time at this point to promote new works. But I hope to read your book, some day. :)

J M Beames said...

A whole array of emotions expressed and I share your feelings in the piece and in your sidebar. Drought and doubt come often to me. I hope you can refresh again and pick up pen or keyboard and write!

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