Walking in the rain, smiling,
she has a light in her face.
She is unaware of it, focused
on the rain splashing in puddles,
making little circles of ripples
around the spot where each drop
hits the water. She stops to watch.
On the wet grass, a drenched
brown twig, darkened by rain
and rounded, glistening, looks
to her amusement like a cigar.
She knows what it is, but likes
to entertain other, stranger ideas
caused by the wealth of water.
She is only an old woman
in a little country town
situated near the coast
and also close to mountains.
Ordinarily, she likes to explore
her town in its usual abundant sun.
But the rain, too, interests her.
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
If only more of did do just this and explore the world around us and so close too...the little lanes, the twisting trails, and nature, busy, busy all the time for us to see.
ReplyDeleteA poem from a wet brown twig. Now that is a poet! I loved this, from her smile, the light in her face, to her appreciation of the rain.
ReplyDeleteWell trained by Satya Robyn's 'small stones' mindful writing practice.
DeleteMakes me want to go for a walk the next time it rains, and look for a brown twig. A delightful read indeed, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely nothing can be more ordinary, but then this becomes extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteA marvelous tale of wonders. (not only of the world, but one in it)
ReplyDelete"the wealth of water." What a beauty! Wish we all have the eyes to see this wealth and be enriched. Nature has given Herself and FIVE sense organs to us to feel the extraordinary yet with eyes we see not. This beautiful Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteInteresting isn't it when a twig becomes a cigar... like those cloud shapes. they fire up the mind...
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts really come alive here..
ReplyDeleteThere is so much beauty to be appreciated in the "ordinary" things of nature. Such as a cigar-shaped twig discovered while walking in the rain!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to a wet brown twig...that is extraordinary!
ReplyDeleteSpent a couple of hours yesterday, at the mouth of the river, and my eyes kept dancing from thing to the next, each one an extraordinary experience in its own right. I love your walk, your musings, the rain, your twig.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is absolutely incredibly penned, Rosemary!❤️ I admire your ability to intrigue us with such lovely imagery in this poem❤️
ReplyDeleteYou can soar with a little imagination, and you do!
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