Little Did I Know

What you might see
on the surface
is not necessarily
what is so

Little did I know
when they took
an interest
in my heart
the beat of my heart would become their own
the rhythm of my song
would become their own
the splatter of my paint
would become their own

It was only when
I found out
I didn’t know who I was anymore

The light came on

My heart started a rhythm
to the song I owned
my paint became brilliant
to my own eyes

Little did I know
but I know now
it was the rhythm of the rain
that made me grow

…..
National Poetry Month Day 18 has been penned. Thanks to the prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: “For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.”