Pieces of Joy

Stephen Schatzl
Nov 5 · 1 min read
Photo by David Vig on Unsplash

It is not your friend,
on a branch
a small piece of ribbon hangs

There in the breeze
and then none at all

A hum of silence

piles of paper
and unread books

Joy comes in different mediums
your sense does not pause

you lay in the thick grass
watching tops of trees

It is not your friend,
questioning your own
patterns of incremental pieces
which you try to explain

before you a pool
a lake of placidity

Still, the sun sits
as you do

Again you wait
you wait to hear the breeze

Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

Stephen Schatzl

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“This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature.” ― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

Lit Up

Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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