Bigger Than You

It was the first day of autumn

and the bright air was hardly stirring

when I was caught, red handed, being bigger than you.

And my turtle reflex must have been broken,

for I did not pull back in time to save myself,

and I was judged and found guilty and charged,

swift as a sparrow.

And I should have learned my lesson,

that day,

should have been silent and small with shame,

but the lens shifted and fell,

and through the cracks I saw

that I really was bigger.

And could no longer hear the peevish pounding of your tiny gavel

because I was miles above…

And there was a strange emptiness in my head

that I am slowly filling with better words.

Bigger words.

Beautiful, buoyant words.


It was the first day of autumn,

and the bright air was rising,

and the words were expanding

flying like kites.

And I should have learned my lesson,

that day,

but the kites took my notes and my painstaking homework and scattered it to the winds.

And they laughed until I had to also

with my arms open wide…

And I no longer sit still,

and quiet,

and small.



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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6 Responses to Bigger Than You

  1. Exhilarating sense of freedom in this poem. I’m wondering who ‘you’ is, and why I’m so pleased that you are bigger and can look down on him/her from all directions.

  2. Wow. I love this. What a wonderful empowering poem of revelation. Beautiful.

  3. Pingback: Sunday Share: Bigger Than You | Myths of the Mirror

  4. Lovely. 🙂 — Suzanne

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