Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections, Travel Stories

An Ordinary Joy

​What is ordinary today

Was extraordinary once 

It was a beginning 

Of a new style, genre or stance

It was meant to speak 

A new language, delivering

A new emotion, A new devotion

It was a maverick then, a rebel

A new found discovery, a marvel

So today when you look at the Ordinary

A moment’s pause, a meditative watch

Can reveal its inception

Can release its joy

Held captive by time

And your unobservant eye.

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