Poem: The Small Spaces
A Poem by The Phoetic
The Small Spaces
I discovered her, in between
The formidable dawn
And the ceremonies of night,
Holding on to a bit of what I could,
A bit of what I shouldn’t.
There she was,
Quietly hiding her treasure.
Her name, a halo seen above the crowd,
And like a creature of the deep,
Attracted to the brightness of her chemistry,
I bumbled through to find her.
It burned my eyes
And now her image is on everything…
Like the dye of sun
On the dust baked desert earth.
She stamps her smile upon ideology of success,
My world now moves in her wake.
And like an addict,
I seek the treasure
She’s hidden inside…
The crimson red laugher of wine and within
The tone of spoon on crystal goblets, radiating in
The splendor of a fall leaf and a spring bud, waiting in
The anticipation of the first summer fruit and
The musk of an early winter rain, held within
The volume of her footprint in sand just before
The waves take it for it’s own and fluttering about
The sound of a hummingbird’s flight.
Inside the small spaces is where
Pieces of her are hidden
For me to find,