The Little Things


Fresh fruit, ripe and sweet

memories inside, buried deep.

Ocean walks, with naked feet

the memories, I’ve yet to meet.

Laughing so hard, my eyes start to leak

solitary moments, no one need speak

Classic rock, blues guitars

light their match, bleed my scars.

Stormy nights, whiskey with tangerine

clear starry nights, Adirondack chairs between evergreens.

Autumn evenings, crickets keep time

late-night talks, gin-tonic with lime.

Sunny spring days, Orioles baseball.

golden fall leaves, Steelers football!

Roadtrips with friends, deep conversation

old classic movies, artsy claymation.

Heartfelt poetry, lyrics with healing

kisses and hugs, words that show feelings.

Jumping in rivers, canoeing on lakes,

swimming in oceans, lazing on banks.

Sunsets, sunrises

forehead kisses, sweet surprises.

Dancing in the kitchen, no place better

peanut butter cups, handwritten letters.

Writing all day, coffee and tea

reading all night, coffee and tea.

Cooking and baking, sourdough bread

trying creations, from inside my head.

Taking pictures, freezing time

long hot showers, flowing rhyme.

Bonfires and stargazing, cool summer nights

beer on front porches, watching day turn to night

Walks in the rain, walks in sunlight,

walks in cemeteries, walks in moonlight.

Time spent with family, ones I love most

Uncle Mike breakfasts, hubby’s french toast.

Lazy days, mornings that last all afternoon

animated movies, animals made from balloons.

Postcards, old cookie cutters

vintage aprons, baking for others.

Vinyl records, ancient history

hidden waterfalls, magic and mystery.

Cotton candy, Christmas tree lights

National parks, steep mountain hikes.

Seeing new sights, coming home

being with people, time spent alone.

The things that bring smiles, the people who care

the writers, the artists, the people who share.

When the roads of life, become too hard to drive

I remember the little things, then I feel alive.

Photo also by yours truly


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19 Responses to The Little Things

  1. simplywendi says:

    this is such an awesome poetic list of lots of amazing things that make life special………thanks for the smiles. 🙂

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  2. Sadje says:

    How nostalgic.

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  3. Brad Osborne says:

    This random list of little things is written with an amazing flow and rhyme scheme. Each image dredging up different feelings and emotions for the reader. Like sifting through old photographs and happily recalling everything about those captured moments. So very well written! And, yes, I noticed. Well played, little one! Much love! ❤🥰😘💕

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  4. The V Pub says:

    A lovely post, Kristian! It truly is the little things that make us who we are.

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  5. Very moving poem. It really highlights the things that everyone can look forward to when things get back to normal.

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  6. aguycalledbloke says:

    This is an excellent poem Madam K, touching base with a lot of movement and vibrancy, depth and life, sex, and rock and roll, erotically rich and sensual – you are coming out of your shell Kristian and truly displaying your inner core and heart and soul, very nicely done 🙂

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