Another Poem

I wrote this for my Writer's Craft exam a couple days ago. I posted it on facebook too. I'm vaguely proud of it, even though it's not all that good. It's not really connected to anything going on in my life, and it was written as a response to a poem we were given during the exam, but even so, it speaks to me somehow. It's one of those great things about all poetry; good and bad, that's so hard to define.

While you weren't watching
A rose blossomed
A baby was born
And I smiled,
But you were still looking at her.

While you weren't listening
A child laughed
A wave crashed ashore
And I spoke to you,
But you were still hearing her.

While you weren't feeling
A butterfly kissed you
The sun warmed your face
And I reached for your hand,
But you were still holding her.

While you were distracted
One hundred of the
Most beautiful things
Passed you by,
Because you were still thinking of her.


-Este