I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 June 2017


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


  1. 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.

  2. A 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.

    1. Well trained by Satya Robyn's 'small stones' mindful writing practice.

  3. Makes 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!

  4. Definitely nothing can be more ordinary, but then this becomes extraordinary.

  5. A marvelous tale of wonders. (not only of the world, but one in it)

  6. "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.

  7. Interesting isn't it when a twig becomes a cigar... like those cloud shapes. they fire up the mind...

  8. Your thoughts really come alive here..

  9. There 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!

  10. An ode to a wet brown twig...that is extraordinary!

  11. Spent 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.


  12. This is absolutely incredibly penned, Rosemary!❤️ I admire your ability to intrigue us with such lovely imagery in this poem❤️

  13. You can soar with a little imagination, and you do!


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