Tiny Stolen Moments

Poetry by | May 9, 2010

i tuck my soul along with its wings
inside a small soap box under my bed.
in its place are white uniforms and a cap
chasing money trains to purchase their dreams

yet once in awhile, on stolen seconds just like this,
for a little air; i gingerly take them out
feed a little sunlight
dust off pleading cobwebs
while sewing the edges of my moth-eaten dreams.

True to the persona of the poem, Iryne is a clinical instructor drawn to poetry. The panel praised this piece for its genuine voice and its melancholic rhythm.

3 thoughts on “Tiny Stolen Moments”

  1. i remember this piece very well because when i was asked to give my comment i said, “i liked it because i also do have some tiny stolen moments when i love to be just with myself.” i like the tone too and the melancholic mood of the poem in general. COngrats Ai…

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