Sweet Little Nothings

Sweet little nothings paraded around
On a cloud so low that it brushed my head as it passed me by
Like a forgotten moment when I used to be
And I remember the sunshine smiles that lit up the sky
And the roses red that I used to buy
Do you remember the fairground drama scenes?
With the painted clowns who stuck out their chest as they danced
Do you remember the wilting autumn scenes?
With the painted leaves that flashed and tumbled so agonizingly slowly
As they danced
And we danced, oblivious to all the background obscenities
Utterly content with our own
And I remember the hand in hand with the moonlight touch
And the sweet little nothings that meant so much

  • nancyames

    nancyames

    Beautiful – I love the way you have tinted the sentimental with a touch of the surreal. This is really excellent writing.

  • Ben Ruskin replied

    Thank you so much nancy, that really means a lot to me. Thank you for your kind words and support :)

  • Holly Ringland

    Holly Ringland

    ben… well, goodness. this is just a little piece of something wonderful… a beautiful little obscenity. that’s what matters the most isn’t it; contentment amongst the obscene. just fabulous.

  • Rachael  Hope

    Rachael Hope

    I haven’t been on here in a while, but this made me glad I paid a quick visit :)

  • Ben Ruskin replied

    Heya Rachael! Long time no speak! but thanks so much for dropping by :) your comments are always appreciated :)

  • HonneyBee

    HonneyBee

    Beautiful :)

  • RVRFNX

    RVRFNX

    Wow you’ve captured something special here. Great writing :)

  • Ben Ruskin replied

    Thank you so much! :) that really means a lot to me..

  • christym

    christym 28 days ago

    i love the dancing rhythm you get going here, particularly in the last few lines…”And I remember the hand in hand with the moonlight touch / And the sweet little nothings that meant so much”—really wonderful!

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