I Sense

The subtle changes.

I sense the subtle changes.
held by a silken thread
Words I place between the lines
The one’s not often read.

Connections to intangibles
in a soft and subtle way
distinctions and features
That is here to stay.

I ponder when I wander.
Discerning what is right
And give myself more room to move.
Regardless and in spite.

The subtle words of silence
and acceptance of another
whether they be my special friend
My sister or a lover.

The artfulness of knowing
how to minimise reaction
sorting out the subtleties
And watch them gaining traction.

The days and nights of nuances
and diaphanous delicacies
muted and computed
Devoid of jealousies.

Long lasting liaisons
And love that never dies
in percipience and wisdom
And subtle compromise.

I sense the subtle changes,
the magic morning rain,
The mist that kissed the flowers
Those moments that sustain.

©

David Rudder
2024

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.