Today's prompt was to write about something tiny. I did not think this poem was going to end up being what it is... (Where do these obscure love poems come from?1Ha!)
Ode to a Full Stop
Smaller than a grain of sand,
speck of dust or freckle dot,
both sigh and echo
pause and ponder,
miniature moon that tethers
the gravity of thought,
the full stop in a sentence
is a logical demarcation.
But in your eyes, it's bigger
than any word; world
of its own. An abrupt cessation
of lilting, languorous language
flowing fluent feeling -
a stone thrown in a puddle,
aftermath rippling
any clarity of vision.
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