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A WEE-WEE BIT OF NONSENSE
As I passed water in the mornings dawn,
the last three little drops made sound,
three notes they made, a tune, a melody
that caught my ear and carried on a song.
What moments catch attention,
in our everyday routine, what sounds,
so tiny, yet as silence so surrounds us
we hear their call, their poetry, ditties
unaware that they now entertain, the brain.
Sweet simple things can make a poem, screed,
or fill a need for inspiration,
none so easy to obtain as that which happens, so mundane,
and yet it is the theme I choose for this, what bliss!
The drips from trees after rain are more poetic, now!
But maybe their melodies are not the notes that woods,
they conjure up, the atmosphere superior, mossed,
where sitting on the loo is merely dross, banal, anal !
Our perception does not judge the place,
nor choose to understand, it comes
and forms a meaning of itself,
so let the little things of life express themselves, yes?
Critiques
mand
16 years ago
Love it! it’s amazing what
xena465
16 years ago
Tee he, he, Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
Coming from me! I'm no Lady!!!
lou
16 years ago
Yes.....
judyanne
16 years ago
little droplets of wee
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
And I DIDN't make this up
lyz
16 years ago
Dear Ann
Seren
16 years ago
Dearest Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
When one is keen of hearing, as presumably composers are,
CyberSpace
15 years 12 months ago
Ann I asked Jayne what to
Nordic cloud
15 years 12 months ago
Mercy buckets of whe-eels!