Lint by Kristina Woodhill Lifted up and almost lyrically you float, tiny specks drifting through my day Illuminated, no - glowing, no - accepting all light that freely comes your way No hesitation in your direction, no moments lost while you decide Tides take you, or do you take the tides, for your rides? 06/01/2006 Posted on 06/01/2006 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 06/02/06 at 04:06 AM very sweet and at first almost scientifically romantic. i liked this poem in its essential brevity and sincerity. the power of one person's effects. so good. Posted by Christel Crews on 06/02/06 at 08:15 PM i'm amazed that you could write a piece about lint! i mean, the stuff i dust and attempt to get rid of :) it is so refreshing reading about the simplicity of life, those things we easily overlook.. i believe we can learn from everything in our surroundings and see, you've taught me a little something just by studying something i would overlook :) Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/04/06 at 02:35 PM Thats how one lives in the spur of the moment, refusing to glide towards assumed time and situations.Beautiful. Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/05/06 at 01:10 PM Lint has just become more noticeable on this computer screen. With a flair for devil-may-care :) Posted by JD Clay on 06/07/06 at 12:09 AM While I was reading this I kept waiting for a giant sticky roller to come along and snatch me up with all the dog hair, hehe!! Great observation, Kristina. pe4ce... Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/30/07 at 02:29 PM I think what is important is that this poem has taken me for a joyous and philosophical ride and may our hearts be as light as that lint when it is time for us to vacate the premises of that coat, which does not float as well as lint, but it sure is warm when you need it like this poem. Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/03/09 at 05:38 PM I just love the way this poem demonstrates the glory of the artist's eye. The next time I attack the lovely little creatures, found dead upon my black pants, I will try to remember your poem. :-) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)