Written while wearily waiting at the bus stop
Unless
You see the clouds, hovering in low lying stacks,
Shedding granules of crystalline rain drops
Or tree boughs stirred by the seemingly transparent mists
Or you watch rain soak through dense ground to
To be pulled to the uppermost boughs
And then re birthed to the clouds.
Or unless
You feel the staccato pulse of a heart beat,
Your living heart beat,
the vibes of which carry
not because of sunshine
or still traffic,
but because there is a
living cloud
a living rain
a living tree
a living being
All being
Amidst an ordinary day.
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:09
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Today is Ordinary
Nothing is extraordinary about today,Unless
You see the clouds, hovering in low lying stacks,
Shedding granules of crystalline rain drops
Or tree boughs stirred by the seemingly transparent mists
Or you watch rain soak through dense ground to
To be pulled to the uppermost boughs
And then re birthed to the clouds.
Or unless
You feel the staccato pulse of a heart beat,
Your living heart beat,
the vibes of which carry
not because of sunshine
or still traffic,
but because there is a
living cloud
a living rain
a living tree
a living being
All being
Amidst an ordinary day.
Poetry by inanna
Read 534 times
Written on 2009-08-21 at 12:09
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