LIFE CAN BE BURDENSOME / SAVOR ITS MOMENTS

Within the Dim Light of Failure

It has been a long day
with little success.

The subway is crowded
and people are damp
from the rain.

I fold my umbrella,
sit with my hands
on my lap.

A young Asian girl
with bangs that hang
over her eyes
sits down beside me.

She unwraps a candy,
a plum flavored drop
she holds to her lips.

We move through the city.
There are street lamps
that flash in the windows.

I am crushed
by the weight of the day.

Her hair is perfumed
and held
with a dragon barrette.

I think of small moments
of pleasure.

She smiles politely
as I glance at her face.

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I just finished writing this poem moments ago. As I wrote was thinking of how the scale and granduer of life can become burdensome. In a gentle way I wanted this poem to focus on the smaller parts of life, those insignificant occurrences that bring moments of joy.

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the days of our lives

When I am in NYC, I love those subway rides.

A circle of life; lived, felt at some level, perhaps understood. The ebb and flow of life comes through in your words.

Thanks, I find that throughout life it's the little things that become important.

Really enjoyed this poem.
It's nice.

Thanks it means a lot you enjoyed it.

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