Writer's Island - Triumph
An Ordinary Day
The morning sun is so bright and calming,
as I watch tiny particles dancing in the rays
performing in rhythm before me,
a ballet, of tiny faeries
filling the room with life,
beckoning me to get up
and create a new day.
But the morning sun is only the first word
on the page of this day-
a triumphant day-
the beginning of a long journey,
that pleads to be written.
At the start of my familiure day
I will stare out the window,
listening to the sounds in my flannel pj's,
leaning into the breeze,
ideas filling my mind I begin to write,
quiet as a opening tulip,
reflective as an aging mind,
anxious to write the words
this bright, breezy day
has to show me,
here through this window to the world
with it's dirty glass panes,
and sunny inspiration.
Come to the island!
17 comments:
an ordinary day is really such a thing of beauty and so utterly extraordinary in that isn't it :)
this is beautiful honey, xo
Nothing that inspires is ordinary. And how you put it isn't ordinary either :-)
I love this post very descriptive and I love as quiet as an opening tulip that is just so wonderful I can picture that first thing in the morning.
You've written it beautifully sweet Tammy!
I love how you've captured that feeling of early morning and needing to get moving but just wanting to enjoy the moment. I think YOU are a sunny inspiration as well ♥
Beautfully expressed. The ordinary becoming so much more. Well done!
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Very nicely put Tammy .
I think everything is ordinary till you decide to find the 'special ' in it .
"But the morning sun is only the first word
on the page of this day-
a triumphant day-
the beginning of a long journey,
that pleads to be written."
Love this!!!
I'm printing it out and framing it (no kidding!)
Tamela,
There aren't many poems that I am captured by as often as yours do.
I am always drawn into your words...making an ordinary blog quite extraordinary.
I love ya,
Nance
Sometimes, if you keep an open mind, what's ordinary is also what's most beautiful. Such a lovely poem.
We have bleeding hearts at camp and they are one of my favorite flowers.
Sending love, Batman
Tammy,
I like this very much.
Judi
These are great days... ordinary days are gifts.
Flannel PJs used in a poem, very nice;)
This is one of your best posts! I love the images and the feelings and especially the trip back to earth with the 'dirty glass panes."
I just stop by to read your poetry. Each day a gift...and all we really ever have. Thank you.
b
you have been blessed with an optimism and a love for live,, i can only sit in amazement and watch from afar...
Tammy -- Tammy... just beautiful. I came here tonight to read in a very low mood. Thank you, thank you for lifting my spirits so... :-)
The beauty inside you is blossoming just like the tulips! I love this poem and it's optimism. Finding peace in the ordinary things is a gift then translating it into a poem is sheer magic!
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