There are big words for
big ideas — but,
there are small words
for everything else,
like face, like eye, like lip.
Like quiver and tear,
there are small sounds,
both long and short-
waved, pronouncements
into the flesh of things,
like shrug and turned
away.
There is gone
and pang and thunder,
not fully summed
in squandering, and
half-lived in regret,
as if chained was little
more than an entry,
some fiscal syntax
born out as a debit,
an accounting, of all
the small words that fell
between you and I.
Image: Maxime Horlaville on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Beautiful ❣️
Thanks WH. D
Most welcome ❣️
This penning is tantamount to the beauty of poetry… an exquisite piece!
Thanks Lance, I quite enjoyed putting this one together. D
A wonderful pleasure, Devon. Your talent is exceptional!
Thank you, I am humbled. D
You’re very welcome!