#poem#poem-a-day flying wholes The breaks are always about the small things little irritants, tiny peeves, minuscule bothers. small debris with sharp edges chipping away at our supple selves until the collective shield snaps open like a rubber band stretched beyond far.
two halves of a whole become two wholes separated by a void. strings of connection still reach across ghosts of unforgotten memories but nothing will ever be the same as the void colors all to ink.
one yearns to break free from the shackles of togetherness upon those chains, another builds a concrete tower to solid unity. the difference that once allured chaos is brought to bear.
what about those small moments of beauty? when the world comes to a standstill how about little pleasures and tiny joys, where are minuscule delights and microscopic cheers birthing water children and floating foam figures chanting wind carolers and praying galactic monks.
Goodness is everywhere among us even in the breaks and the hole of wholes. in the unforgotten and remorseful hope lurks waiting for their moment to take off until they can soar.