an ordinary moment
a plastic cup of milk
breathing in the stillness
ignoring what I feel.
the tv sits forgotten
the phone done for the day
the books beg for attention
they have something to say.
artistry incumbent
pregnant with latent zeal
now waits for its unveiling
when all will be revealed.
scraps of vagrant paper
clothes not put away
a washer full of dishes
a desk in disarray.
the muse of ordinary
the song of normal life
free from scripted falsehood
brimming full of life.
31 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
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