Everything is a poem.
Rain on the picnic table.
The curve of the cat's tail.
Loose fringe dangling from the pillow.
Therein lies a poem.
White cream fusing with coffee.
Shirt buttons tapping the inside of the dryer.
Shoes resting from yesterday.
It all flows together --
hues of emotions,
watercolors of feelings
rising above their canvas.
Everything, a poem.
Comments
This
Is so true. The smallest thing can spark a poem. From the most simplistic to the most complicated. Beautifully written.
Hello, Carrie,
Life through the eyes of a poet. Thank you for reading!
L
This is lovely, I'm so
This is lovely, I'm so jealous. I wish I wrote this, it was excellent. The lines in between, perfection. Ruby :) xx
Hello, Ruby,
I am always so grateful for your warm comments!
Thank you for reading!
Lx
Hi Lavender.
Hi Lavender.
Well, you did it again. You hit the nail on the head about what might be a poem. I really enjoyed the read and agree that EVERYTHING in life is a poem if listened to closely.
Thanks, Will
Hello, Will
I think all of us here have a sort of "poetry radar" that senses a poem in the works. It sure feels that way...
Thank you for your kind remarks. I'm happy you enjoyed this!
L
This is...
one of your best! I can only echo what the others have said. You have captured the essence of what a poem is. Such inconsequential things as the buttons of a shirt hitting the inside of a dryer; who would have thought? A musician maybe, but what is a musician but a poet? You made this music, let's dance. Nice job, ~ Geez.
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Hello, Geezer,
This was a lot of fun to write. The shirt buttons in the dryer were singing to me at the time!
Thanks, always, for reading and sharing your thoughts!
L
Beautiful. Obi.
Beautiful.
Obi.
Hello, Obi,
I'm always happy when you read and comment. It's wonderful to have a poem "Obi-fied!"
Thank you very much!
L