Ode
THE CUP:
Crazy how some writings you can recall clearly where and why you wrote it. I was working in car sales at the time and sometimes sitting and waiting is part of the job. The desk was one of those tan, faux woodgrain desks found in anytown USA. My coffee cup sat in front of me and caught my eye and I just felt a kinship in its patient waiting much as I was doing in the early morning. That building and dealership isn't even there anymore but I still remember it quite well.
By Victor Mendezabout 20 hours ago in Poets
The Tiniest Thing
What is the tiniest thing worth? Will you know it when you see it? Will you know how much it might mean to someone else? The tiniest thing could be a kind gesture… it only takes a second, but can change everything. It could be a few notes hummed, that touches someone’s heart. I could be a lucky penny left behind that brightens someone’s day.
By Gabriel Shamesa day ago in Poets
