All those tiny details
that, at the time, I failed to mention.
Such as the way you tipped your head
to one side when you were listening,
truly listening.
(I could always tell if you were
only humouring me, or, for that matter, someone else).
I failed to mention that I had noticed this,
and all the other things about you that I loved.
Perhaps my failure wasn’t so tiny,
just like the tiny details of you, that weren’t so insignificant after all.
Tonight, it is Open Link Night over on dVerse, where we can post any poem we like – there’s no specific prompt, so we can choose any route we please!
This poem was inspired by a programme I was listening to on BBC Radio 4 where a poet was reading from her latest published collection. Frustratingly, I can’t find it now, nor can I remember the poet’s name!
Anyway, do head on over to dVerse, dive in and enjoy!
Freya Writes... 
You’re a sensitive one – big surprise there – a sensitive poet?? ” 🙂 Don’t you love keeping secret all the things you notice about people that they have no idea that you notice – kind of fun! Love this!!
Heck no, a sensitive poet?! 🙂 I’m so glad you enjoyed this!
🙂
A wistfulness in this and maybe some regret. I almost feel you wished you had mentioned those lovely little details of the one you loved.
Thank you – hindsight is a wonderful thing, no?
There’s a truth here Freya – a piece I resonated with.. Thank you
Thank you, Scott.
There is a sentiment of moments lost that resonates so strongly with me… it’s not just the details but all the moments lost really… wonderful reading you
It’s good to see you back, Bjorn – I’ve missed you! I’m so glad this resonated with you.
I sense a melancholy and heaviness in that perhaps you didn’t take advantage of the time spent together to share some of these “tiny” details that you noticed…and now that time is lost as well as the person. You convey the loss very well.
Thank you so much. Yes, those moments that can’t be reclaimed…
I found this touching. There seems to be a longing in the words, in trying to recapture something that is gone. Very well written.
Thank you, yes, that was part of what I was aiming for.
Too often we fail at expressing our appreciation for someone until it is too late. You would think that poets, whose job it is to search for life in the details, would be better at demonstrating our in-tuned-ness to those around us. Unfortunately that rarely seems the case. I suppose that makes us imperfectly human.
Indeed we do. Sometimes, I think it’s fear of making ourselves vulnerable that silences us. We are all perfectly imperfect, don’t you think?
Absolutely!
Those precious details of remembering one we love…you touch heartstrings with this one.
Thank you, Lynn.
True and a little sad, but simply and very well written. 🙂
Thank you, Crystal.
“Perhaps my failure wasn’t so tiny– just like the tiny details of you, that weren’t so insignificant after all.” ~ awww, I love it despite the tinge of sadness in this piece!
Thank you, Maria.
Oh this is soo beautifully emotive Freya ❤️ loved seeing this side of you 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I have my moments, Sanaa! 🙂
Ah….there is indeed significance in the tiny details. Would that we take a closer look and appreciate them! 🙂
If only we could, at the time. Thank you, Lillian.
Loved it!
Great character sketch, Freya! Love this!
Thank you, Walt 🙂
Your dad? Beautiful piece.
Yes, Bryan! Thank you 🙂
I could feel the wistfulness here, and I could relate to it. Missed moments that might have meant something…changed things.
Thank you, Sue.
I love this, Freya!
Thank you!
I really enjoyed the conversational – and yet layered and nuanced – quality of this piece. You have a unique and refreshing writing style that I really enjoyed reading. Very cool!
Thank you so much, Wendy.