Life sways as life will.
A simple yet complex poem on the uniqueness certain in every day disguised by the mundane
If only we could flee
The machine behind our own facade,
We would see in every day
The rarity of life's parts,
A birthday card on a table
Overflown with true emotion,
A paper boat bobbing steadily,
Nonetheless set in motion,
A willow swaying gently
Through the afternoon's light wind,
A freshly caught salmon on a river bank,
Waiting to be tinned,
A lonesome tabby cat
Lapping milk from a porcelain bowl,
An ashen fire crowded nightly,
Now alone, steeped in coal,
The best-before date on a cereal box
That once seemed years away,
Lies on a landfill, crushed to shreds,
Yet still signifies today,
In normality lies rarity,
In the mundane is the obscene,
For all the days the world has lasted,
Not for one has it come to seem
Quite like this.
About the Creator
Christy Clark
19, U.K.
Aspiring writer, looking for some inspiration.
Comments (1)
love this poem, the rhythm and simplicity of the idea hit well and make it really wholesome and enjoyable to read!