My heart throbs
To the gentle hum of an ordinary day
Like a leaf kissed by summer breeze.
Moments breathe in the simple things
And in them have their sustenance –
Finding the match of a lonely sock
Scouring a pan until it is mirror-like –
Inconsequential, perhaps
But for these hands lost in the commonplace
A triumph
To be strung like pearls when the day is over
Worn over the soul, its unspoken prayer.
Lovely string of words Imelda🥰
Thanks, Arlene. 😊
Beautiful verses.
Deceptively “commonplace” but profound.
Thanks, Nes.😊
Beautiful, poignant poetry, Imelda.
Thanks, Jane. 😊