Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem #8-2012 Equality

Sitting.
Coffee.
An old book.
Windows.
Bright morning glare.

My fingernails amaze me,
As do the wine bottles
reflecting the
streaming sunlight.

That anything exists --
chairs,
coffee,
books,
windows,
the sun,
fingernails,
wine --

is equally wondrous
and . . .
wondrously equal.




Contributed to dVersePoets.com
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4 comments:

  1. existence itself is a blessing and beauty surrounds us if we look for it...nice verse...

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  2. In the moment always works for me, and yes, I think you are on the word drugs. The lab tech says, P,Q and R in a cup, please.

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  3. Ahhh . . . makes me long for mornings where you can just be present and not rush to get ready for work.

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  4. love the feel of thoughts on paper...

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