Flecks and Specks of The Void

This is really nice Nikkiemoe, tad bit sad .

Starts off great,  motors on nice , perfect end.

Liking the way you're moving with your stuff.

Thank you
everything is a tad bit sad...
I wouldn't be happy if it were not :)

beautiful
beauty-full
dear
nikkimoe

**everything is a tad bit sad...
I wouldn't be happy if it were not**

:) thanks so much for reading my stuff!!!! :)

Loved the poem Nikki but can't see you ever becoming insignificant! ;-)

thanks for reading...and keep in mind one does not always feel the way they write...if they did I know a handful who would have been burned or committed, I write with a sense of someone else always :)  
thanks for reading Blocat!

 damn you girl,

ya beat me to "Nullity" !!!!

 : > )

:) hilarious Drivel....

This is the definition of less...being
so much more!....this is beautiful poingnant
and it vibrates with the song of the forgotten!


I love it!



Fire

:) Yay!!! thanks for reading Fire !!!

This speaks to me in volumes,
I can relate to every word.

just a
blank speck
of insignificance  

Beautiful.

Thanks Scribbler
:)

beautiful and touching write nikki

great stuff

marcus

:)

There's a feeling here... of not needing recognition but simply content to 'be'. I found it incredibly peaceful. Nicely done, Nikki.

yes you are right scat! :)
thanks for reading

I think I like your short pieces the best.. You always seem to have a certain cliff hanger that leaves the reader at hand in awe and question.

It makes me imagine an invisible entity in the presence of someone who has neglect to look at the obvious.. possibly being lonely. I could be dead wrong but it's what I take from it :)

very perceptive!!!!
yeah you are kinda right :)

Felt like the spirit of a child, touching a mother's cheek, then passing on.

It's a trip to read your work.
Flits like the wind and I slip into a murky verse.
Sculpting curses from multi-verse bursts?
Easily dispersed, for a mercenary minstrel.

But there's something simple and unspoken.
Like a bump at the light of dawn
And a wrinkled dimple on the horizon
Where something impish awoken.

Like Mister Mxyzptlk flicking and joking
Your work never feels composed,
Unlike the gathered broken parts of my prose
Slapped to bomb tighter
Than shards in a Hadron Collider
To latch on even after an explosion brighter...

My words steadily purge, but your eddies just emerge
Rounding a curve like a river and leaving my mind
submerged
Never whither.
Unanswered questions but your streams deliver
Never pampering with answers but leaving a shiver

Like a spirit child touching a potential life-giver's
Cheek, only to pass on...        ...drifting up the street
Wondering when he'll be born and complete.

And unknown to what passed through her dome?
The one who's cheek was brushed
And shivered from a windy gush
Rolled on home. Just another run, mother to none.

Your stories are cool because they never feel crimped...
Just a brief glimpse. Like there's still more living...
But maybe that's just the riddle giving of my inner imp.

Your work fascinates me, macabre Comrade Nikki! I loved this one!