small things

A love poem I guess.

I am small
not in stature
or ego
or pride
but in my place.
what notoriety I do have is
quiet, a tiny thing
scarcely uttered
and when it is,
I'm not glad for the words.
as I look to you,
I know you do not know me
we're still strangers
I see your own small glory
something quiet
and quietly perceived
by those curious enough
to plunge those depths
they too are few.
but could we be small together
becoming something greater than the sum of its parts
the world of our affection could grow
till the earth itself is consumed by it
and all the people would be blinded
facing its brightness
never knowing
what did such a beautiful cruelty to them
because love is beautiful and cruel
robbing us of sense
and saving us from senselessness
our campaign would
never be recognized
not in the news
or tabloids
or even be uttered in the streets
but the waves of its ocean
would wash the earth with its power
and all would live in our sea
where we would again be small together
in a life of our own making.

Author's Note

Free verse. Let me know if you think it needs more regular rhythm or something. I'm open to advice. Just be kind! Thanks!

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a good poem on the aspirations of love. To be a part of someone and find significance in a world the two create of their own. I enjoyed reading this work for its message and the truth of the voice behind the words. Thank you for sharing your art.

[willbradley]

Thanks Carlos!