Friday, November 18, 2011

The Three Hundred Twenty Second, November 18, 2011

oh the wonder the ear provides
more than just simple pleasures
the gentle sounds around us
birds and breezes and streams

beyond the joy of a giggle
a baby's carefree laughter
a child's imaginative story
the soft whispers of emotion

even better than these things
a miracle of wonder the are
for holding up the glasses
and a place to rest a hat

1 comment:

  1. Shakes her head and smiles at the unexpected absurdity. My first reaction is, "Poetry is NOT for such as these" but in questioning my own thoughts I realize there is no limit to poetry, even if I were to wish it.

    Since I find many of your poems have "surprise endings", perhaps there should be a warning label. *grins*

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