Words backed up
like a log jam
before spring thaw.
“When words don’t come easy, I make do
with silence and find something in nothing.”
~ Strider Marcus Jones, poet
Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
Words backed up
like a log jam
before spring thaw.
“When words don’t come easy, I make do
with silence and find something in nothing.”
~ Strider Marcus Jones, poet
Just around the corner
there is always something
that wasn’t there yesterday.
Maybe just a black shiny pebble
tossed from a child’s hand,
maybe a new fence erected
maybe tiny weeds growing,
flowering amid drying grasses.
Noticing these tiny changes
in a world gone mad
shows me that
the black shiny pebble,
the new fence,
the tiny flowering weeds
know nothing of the state of our planet.
They have no ears to hear the chaos,
nor eyes to watch out for a new face in the news.
But they are always just around the corner.
“There is one thing which gives radiance to everything.
It is the idea of something around the corner,”
Gilbert K. Chesterton, writer
(1874 ~ 1936)
Fascinated by the ordinary
I look around and see
little things that
get walked past,
brushed away
neglected.
Ordinary is what keeps our lives
interesting and functioning.
Tea kettle whistling time for tea;
the cracks in the sidewalks,
pretty little yellow flowers on a bush
the chortling laughter of a baby,
the curiosity of a child,
Fascinated by the ordinary
I look around and see.
“You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.”
~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day