Forty Two

Day Forty Two:  The Day I Realised

They’re so small,

And just too small, too clustered

For anyone to notice really,

But that seems to be everything these days,

Small changes, miniscule in nature for others,

“too small to notice.”

But they are new all right, all right there

Haven’t gone anywhere, haven’t lost anything,

Sitting on my shoulder, like new friends…

Quiet ones of course, because as much as they

Seem to try (or maybe I’m imagining)

They are having a hard time

Communicating.

Some people’s pop on their noses,

Others fall down the chests,

Arms and legs,

Dripping from every pale orifice,

And mine are stuck right there, just there,

Maybe here or otherwhere’s too,

But these ones are clear and new.

Prompt:  Find something new about yourself and write a poem about it.  I did.  They’re these freckles that popped up after Italy on my shoulder, there’s maybe three, I can’t really see them that well but man am I proud of them.  I only have one freckle on my face and it’s at the tip of my nose, otherwise they’re randomly singularly scattered arbitrarily around my body…  I envy those who have freckles, they’re so characteristic, so delicate.  I want more, please.  Alas, prompt week continues.

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