feeling like an animated five-year-old
when the rising sun makes patterns through my curtains
that feel like a secret message for me to decipher.
Ordinary is
tasting the alchemy between the elements
that created my morning tea.
Ordinary is
picking up a wriggling earthworm from a puddle
and wondering if it thinks of me as a mad eldritch horror
that had a sudden moment of benevolence.
Ordinary is
tucking in the bones of the flowers that I planted on a whim
under a bed of decomposing leaves
much to the dismay of my HOA.
Ordinary is
staring up at the stars to chat about my day
and the way we always decide
this still isn’t a bad life at all
by the end of our conversation.
Photo by Carl Campbell on Unsplash
Song Choice: Ordinary World by Aurora
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Ordinary.
Oh my! If this "wonder" is your ordinary, I simply cannot fathom your extraordinary! Wonderful writing Rommy.
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks, Helen
DeleteI take it that the HOA wants you to rake up and dispose of those leaves, not leave them to decompose? You rebel!
ReplyDeleteYep. And they send all sorts of reminders about it.
DeleteI love this! And have much fellow-feeling. (Only I can't find a likely explanation for the meaning of HOA.)
ReplyDeleteHome owners association. Some neighborhoods here in the U.S. have them. It's a committee that sets out policy for what is acceptable in the neighborhood and what isn't. Depending who is in charge they could get on your case for dandelions on the lawn or a child leaving a bicycle out overnight.
DeleteOh dear!
DeleteI love the wonder you express so well. The images I see as I read your words delight me.
ReplyDeleteThen I am truly delighted that my words did that. :)
DeleteOh especially talking to the sky about my day... that is the most normal thing ever!!! And tea... that's another language altogether!!! Love the list (but what is HOA?)
ReplyDeleteI envy everyone who has never had to deal with a Home Owners Association (HOA). Basically they set up standards for the way homes should look in a particular neighborhood. Mine isn't awful, but they are very picky about some things.
Deleteyour 'ordinary' are the things that make you happy and grateful. And that is good.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I like the format of the poem, listing the imagery.
Gratitude is a big part of it, yes. And it is good.
DeleteLOL, I wasn't sure how I was going to structure this one, but it works I think.
An extraordinary poem in its simple and beautiful depiction of the ordinary. What a lovely write!
ReplyDeleteThanks Khaya!
DeleteSo much of the ordinary happens when we are children and it is all so new at the same time. Very sweet and gave me some solace.
ReplyDeleteLOL, but I'm 50. What's my excuse? :D
DeleteWonderful! I am currently enraptured by wild bird friends who come for the occasional healthy snack!
ReplyDeleteI often take an interest in the drama between the birds in my neighborhood. Those blue jays have very definite opinions about their turf!
DeleteYour ordinary sounds gloriously special. I love all the glimpses into your day/life/thoughts/heart... And the closing left my soul full of song.
ReplyDeleteI am thrilled to add a little music to your day!
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