The Minuscule Now

Posted: September 7, 2015 in creative writing, poems, poetry
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The aching of the muscles
the aching of the bones
Nothing to the aching of the mind.
The doubt and fears
the forgotten and misplaced.
Piecing together the day
a few moments at a time.
Never grasping the entirety
of the hours or the fullness of the faces.
No time for knowing or seeming to care.
Living only in the now,
The minuscule now,
no past, no future
living in the instant.
As sand slipping through fingers
not knowing from where it comes
or to where it goes.


  1. Another GREAT poem, DSS!!! 🙂
    Every person can relate to this!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. Quickly fading memories.

    Happy Hump Day!, one Hump or two? 😀


  3. I always ask for 2 !!! 🙂
    Happy Hump Day!
    What do you call a camel with NO humps?!
    HUGS!!! 😛
    PS…I have a long day of med tests today! Goodie! 😉 😀

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