Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
How could something so small take up so much space in my heart?
Compose a poem inspired by this question.
Writings
Dark Matter
Infinitesimally small for our eyes to see, likely missed in observation, thus able to roam free.
Vast, complex, an expanding mystery, with influence, inescapable, effects on gravity.
The question yet remains in the difficulty to detect, Why the soul yearns to ponder the mind’s intellect?
Cosmic relevation gives a universe obscured, Faith found within, quite possibly misunderstood.
Matter that cannot absorb, remains hidden in the dark, But when connected, builds a force, creation from its spark.
Just A Rock.
I had a rock once. I had a very, very small rock once at that. Once, that rock was white. Once, that rock was so pearly and shiny. Once, that rock belonged to me. And once, I cried for that rock.
I named it Bob.
Once.
I really liked that rock. Bob and I would go on car rides once. He and I would play until the golden sun’s rays set. Once.
I found Bob at the beach. Before we left I wanted to put him down, but I really didnt want to. He would be sad if I left him. Like a boy playing a girls heart just to leave in the end. I didnt want that rock to be sad. I took Bon home that night, putting him in the sink and washing off sand.
It’s been ten years now. I’m nineteen. I found Bob in the attic, collecting dust. I should have left Bob at the beach, considering I couldnt take care of my poor rock like I promised to my ten year old self that one beach day. I picked up Bob.
I went to the beach. That same beach. That same home for Bob. I still didnt want to let go of my rock. My bob. My bobby. He was mine. But he wasnt. Once.
Eyes closed I threw him into the water. At once I grew angry and regretful. But at once I also grew relieved. Bob was home. Happy. My bobby.
Once.
Maislie Lacy
Maislie Lacy Her name smooth like silk Sat in the barn Collecting milk
Her brown hair woven upon her head Her lips bold, the shade of dark red Her eyes are like the suns heat in winter Making all the snow soft Oh, Maislie Lacy She could stop a bull from charging off
She carries that bucket of milk up the hill The same one every day I watch her from the pastures, the pastures wide field Hoping maybe someday
Maislie Lacy, oh how do you know Exactly how to sew my heart together
Maislie Lacy, oh If only you could see what you made of me If only we weren’t separated forever
My love reins from a distance Like a lockets quiet promise Yet mine is forever sealed
Oh, Maislie Lacy Have you ever seen me Sneaking out to the barn? Well it’s you I’m coming to see
Despite all odds I’d follow you To the cursed land under I’d sit under the trees When the night is full of thunder
Maislie Lacy, oh how do you know Exactly how to pull me in tow
Maislie Lacy, oh Maybe someday you will know How to love me as I show
Special Interest
How could something so small, It was just a place, just an image, just a concept, Wide as the heavens above, as small as the dust under the table, Be consuming my heart,
Be the fire within my soul, Leading me with passion, Do others have the same passion as me, For something that can be contained in a painting,
I must tell the world, I must tell them, My love for an ant
7lbs, 20.5in
He was only 7lbs 112 ounces of person Of pain and perservenece and pride. 9 months in the making. From the moment they placed him on my chest I knew I could never live without him. That I’d live for him. Steal and lie for him. Let the oldest parts of me die To make room in my heart for him.
Great Minds Think Alone
As news spreads about a disaster like a fire And the situation grows more and more dire She sits awake thousands of miles away Worried about what others need that day Nothing can turn off her mind It’s the way she was designed
There is nothing I can do to help her tonight Though nothing would bring me more delight For my brain is wired in much the same way Trying to figure out the perfect thing to say Because it’s her I want to aide I guess it’s the way I was made
Helping the world is a problem simply to large For any solution of which I could be in charge I need someone to love with all of my heart Who makes me feel loved even when apart Which is why I have started to fall For someone beautiful and small
There’s room in her heart for literally everyone When it’s all directed at me I feel like I’ve won She is kind, strong, hard working and smart With sparking brown eyes and huge heart I think about her smiling every single day When she’s in my arms I want her to stay
We can talk about anything without fear She makes the gloomy days seem clear Yet there are times she needs to herself I also recognize those times for myself Sometimes it’s better to be on your own For it’s true that great minds think alone
But great minds also think alike as they say I can relate and understand without dismay
Hoarding Heart
My heart is a hoarder, Collecting little trinkets and doodads, Finding memories of small moments, Of quiet giggling, Of sunny afternoons, Of chirping birds in the morning, Of singing crickets in the evening, Of the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, Of the way she was always the first to laugh, Of the way these friends made her feel seen, Stuffing up to the brim, Treasuring each like delicate charms, Beautiful, unique, And forever remembered.
Love
How could something so small Take up so much space in my heart What takes the space that I hold so deeply Is it the small things we do everyday Or is it the big things we do once in a lifetime Is it a feeling of hope, love or joy Or could it be so much worse But I’d say it’s love Even if you are not who you like You do what you do for the people around you Love is what holds space in your heart Cause anything you do is for the people you love