"Easy, medium, hard."
inscribed with beauty
in all its modes,
like art--
the littlest things hold
a many emotions
we watch them unfold
gathering the notion
beauty is imperfection
Most unauthorized to be so bold
A moment shined in hues
symbolizing everescent "happiness" yellow,
yet not exempt from blue
variety is which we are due
The most authentic thing
it resides in me and you
Beauty in the little things
a moment shared
or a voluntary dare
a flake of time
found special, but rare
a look carrying thoughts
finer than the hair
made most valued
just because they were there
what is held as treasure
can be all the fragile
all the while, something so small
can be lost in the mix of it all
at times we stumble,
we fall
In drops this fragment in time
we may drop the ball
but mere moments arrive
another gaze into their eyes
irrelevant to the unknowing
uneeding of reason or why's
There's power in the small
In the brief, the miniscule
I'll take it all
for I can always appreciate
the beauty in the little things
unbound by rule
by levels of difficulty
by the ability to be misunderstood
overlooking all that is good
all we are is a series of little things
patched up messily with Elmer's glue
kind of how a kid rushes to finish a project
day before it's due
imperfect in it's beauty
but confident
let each moment small or big
fragile or tough
easy or hard
slip between the creases
it has all the reason
to be caught, held up like a prize
admired by willful eyes
lacking all but guise
unvailing its truth outwardly
One beautiful little moment
at a time.
