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Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: Mundane, My Ass

Posted on October 11, 2019 by B Gourley

Nothing is mundane, but the mind makes it so.
They scream for monsters and miracles,
and miss the magic of the mighty cricket.

Deaf to the miraculous,
everyone reaches to turn up the volume,
too few sit quietly, listening closely.

4 thoughts on “POEM: Mundane, My Ass”

Food Fonts on October 12, 2019 at 4:43 pm said:

Super it is…!! Great job..

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drdeacondog on October 12, 2019 at 5:43 pm said:

This is lovely. Thank you.

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- B Gourley on October 12, 2019 at 5:43 pm said:
  
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247mediaconnect on October 12, 2019 at 6:28 pm said:

Lovely writeup

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