A series of small poems

Decisions

Blinking is such a small decision

often it is not even a thought

But that momentary lapse in vision

would have been one less view of you

that I’d have caught.

Actions

The trip seemed to take an hour

across the room I nearly ran instead of walk

You stood there tall as if a tower

watching as I sweated and fretted

and spilt my wine upon the clock.

Words

Are hard to come by in a hurry

stumbling and stuttering is best

For when they left in such a scurry

I found the words you guessed

less messed.

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2011