Everyday ordinary things
a poem finally
a silver metal fork pierces a pear
citrus fiber on pink tongue
a family of wooden hangers
sandy brown & polished
await the weight of freshly ironed linen
lilac bunches of sea lavender
hang upside down by jute threads
drying, dying, drowning
in acidic air
mother & twin daughters
in two white pots, growing
despite the lack of sun
ceramic mug cradles
amber tea, steam spirals
on a winter’s breath
sapphire blue ink
bleeds onto paper, tracing
dreams sketched in delicate lines
crimson apples in a woven basket
rest on the counter,
glossy skins reflecting
the morning's first light
silent clock ticks, ivory hands gliding,
marking the passage of moments
too fleeting to hold.
The poem above manifested as a direct implication of this prompt by
who writes : Write a poem about the persistence and generosity of ordinary things and invisible joys.I stumbled upon her newsletter in June’24 and took my sweet time reading her words. They’re beautiful, inspiring, & make poetry so much fun. I’m linking it here so you can derive pleasure from it and more!
I used to write poems every single day in 2022, or was it 2021???
Well, it was years ago. I posted on my Instagram daily. Reels didn’t exist. It was just photographs and captions. Simple dimple.
Then they rolled out IGTV, and boy I had a blast. I would film myself narrating poems from my journal. Post them into the ether for strangers & friends to consume. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m not sure how I transitioned to long form journaling & prose. But it was natural. A next step?
I still love poetry. Reading & writing. I love finding new poems and feeling like it was meant to be read by me. I have even written a few poems for my Substack friends. Here they are:
Stick with people who root for your win
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As if washed in sunlight on a perfect spring day. That’s what wholesomeness feels like. A sigh of relief. Spotting a field of wildflowers for the first time on a grassy hill. Taking a deep breath into your stomach & feeling so oxygenated you could cry. A garden tended by loving hands. Hand-picked wool & hand stitched scarves. Hearty homemade soup, simmering with lemongrass on the stove. A ground bleeding purple with jacaranda leaves in late winter. Campfires under glittering stars. Re-reading your favorite, well-worn book. Finding an old song on shuffle & being obsessed with it again.
Nature is brimming with poetry, if you just take the time to listen. This 9-page guide offers everything you need to dive into the beauty of nature with a poet’s eye. From choosing the right location to engaging all five senses, this guide will help you unlock the writing potential hidden in leaves, birdsongs, and morning dew. Bonus resources included for even more inspiration!
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What ordinary things around you spark joy? I’d love to know!
i felt peace wash over me as I read this
Yes, these are ordinary things, but one should pay attention to the language to describe them that is not, in any way, ordinary. Good poem!