"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Blessings in Ordinary


Morning arrives in its routine
of aches and grumbles, but I welcome
the sight of a coffee cup sitting in its usual place.

We are weathered, chipped friends
ready to perform  our ritual hand to handle
dance across tile to an oak chair.

There are blessings in ordinary.
I watch the wild life outside my window
with my hands wrapped around the warmth
of familiar, and gather strength from a companion
who never utters a word.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

9 comments :

Anonymous said...

Oh, that last line and a half hit me... This is so lovely <3

Sanaa Rizvi said...

LOVE!💘 Especially; "We are weathered, chipped friends ready to perform our ritual hand to handle dance across tile to an oak chair." Happy Thanksgiving, Susie!☕️

Rommy said...

I agree with Esther. That last couple of lines are quite wonderful. I really love the details in this. They really immerse the reader in the moment.

Magaly Guerrero said...

The blessings we find in the seemingly ordinary are the very best of them all, methinks. And, of course, even better with coffee.

Mama Zen said...

This is just so true and real!

brudberg said...

I actually felt that I enjoy the warmth of the cup more than anything else.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv your opening line

much love...

Old Egg said...

It is funny we have favorite mugs to drink our coffee from. I have been retired mny years but still use the one I had in the office there. That is how faithful we both are! I enjoyed your post very much.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"There are blessings in ordinary." Yes, especially these days, we revel in the ordinary, in the midst of so much that is not. I love your mug!!!!!

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