Optomism With A Touch Of The Ordinary
A Classic
My first day
To many other people it's their second
Where people act as if they did before
Not missing one beat
Going through their own rituals
I wonder if they realize
The path they follow
Neither time
Nor day
Are my thoughts free ?
Rising and falling
Hiding behind the white clouds
Scattered high in the sky
Loosely pieced together
By an invisible string
I hear voices of little ones
Talking to their Ma and Grandma
As the two boys bond
Where their sister is happy
Within an arms distance of her sweet mom
What thoughts can I explain
That will speak
Of the life I have uncovered
Following hidden promises
That were made years ago
A common bond
Soon they will leave
Their empty seats lie still
Living off an adrenaline rush
To carry them through
Just as I have found
Their pure energy to tap into
Comments
Deep thoughts, Michael, pondering on these words might encourage us to a meaningful purpose helping our fellowman .
Voted interesting.
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Michael-Milec Even though our day might seem common if we look around we can find people that are interesting and positive and channel our energy for the good. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Dream On: voted up and beautiful. I could really visualize it all. "going through their own rituals" is such a true statement. I have started a list in my journal of changes I want to make, little ones that eventually add up to not only a great journey but the feeling of accomplishment.
By the way, I had an email you sent me in my inbox to answer and my computer is acting up terrible...getting a lot of unwanted phishing emails, and a few days ago, like a big 'poof' everything in my inbox vanished!
If you STILL have that email could you resend it to me so I can answer it?
It was such a lovely note. It has been so hectic and I am so behind with the hubs...and I am slowly trying to catch up.
Thank you for this beautiful write. Blessings, Sparklea :)
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Sparklea I love to read your comments. I know only to well about computer troubles. I have an older one that acts up every so often. My day turns out to be a long series of activities that are mostly the same . As I look closer I find a few differences that I explore and write about. I will look for my e-mail and will send it again. In the meantime I am still trying to make each day pop. I spend more time thinking than doing because I know the power of our mind can lead our bodies to greatness. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. May this day be a spiral of colors like a pin wheel that goes round and round. Each color connected with wonderful moods to push you in all directions.I am encouraging and supporting you in all your efforts. Have a beautiful morning and a fulfilling day.
What a beautiful note! Thank you from my heart. God bless, Sparklea :)
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Sparklea Life has so many highs and lows it is always exciting to see what each day will bring. It is always a pleasure to share it with a friend. Thank you for commenting. Looks like rain here but I think we might just miss it.The sky turned dark and I can hear thunder in a distance.
Voted up and beautiful. Lovely sentiments in this poem.
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Gypsy Rose Lee I take a look around at my surroundings and see what is happening right before my eyes. Then I try to turn it into a poem.Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. In time I will get better and better. The greatest pleasure I receive when I am able to take the average day that people all live and spice it up in some unusual way. I get a deep satisfaction I still haven't learned how to describe.Thank you for reading so many of my poems. After days of no comments you surprise me with not one but six. You made my night. Thank you so very much.
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