Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems. From where I stand.

Lost Time

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Oh, we have such big ideas

for such a little space of hours!

We plan and scheme

and debate how best

to spend this cache of a day

in industrious (virtuous!)

activity.

We make lists

and organize and map

and architect.

We get lost in our own

deliberative webs.

And the day lazily unravels…

…until we are holding

only the frayed tail end of it

in our idle fingers,

wondering how to knit it up again

into something to show

for all we haven’t done.

lying in a hammock in the woods

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. And there's always a story.

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