its rhythmic sound a reminder that
every second, every minute is gliding by.
alarm rings once, twice, (and thrice even)
admonishing me to follow my morning routine.
i prepare breakfast of cold milk and wheat cereals,
topped with blueberries and sometimes, sliced bananas.
house is quiet, this moment of peace is mine.
though the morning light is still very faint,
i read poems and allow the words to inspire my thoughts,
and take me into new journeys. connected with myself,
at 7:15 am, i grab my car keys, lunch bag and coat,
ready for my city drive
another ordinary day,
same road, same driving lane,
same scenery, same office destination.
i feel very blessed this monday morning.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Poetry of the Ordinary
and Poetry jam: Connections
ah nice. !really arr something beauty in all these simple things we make
ReplyDelete:) love blueberries in the cereal xx
Thanks Gloria. Its my favorite breakfast ~
DeleteWow, no monday morning blues here! :)
ReplyDeleteI try not to let it bother me. I also get excited because its another week to share and link up my writing with my blogger friends ~
DeleteAll those ordinary things are blessings too often complained about..nice job to remind us to not miss the blessings
ReplyDeleteConnected with self....every one needs this time alone with self. Nice.
ReplyDeleteMonday morning is one of the hardest time in the life of a human... The routine can do so that the human being forget the reason of his life...It's so difficult to find the poetry in routine, but you did! That's great!!!
ReplyDeleteEvery ordinary day holds within it the possibility of the extraordinary happening.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I enjoyed this glimpse into your ordinary life, which (thankfully) most of life is. The ticking of the wall clock does remind a person to savor each minute, I think. We can never regain the minutes that have passed. Like you, I read poems in early morning. I enjoy these peaceful times, and reading about yours.
ReplyDeleteahh... it's a wonderful thing when we feel blessed to have what we have and not keep wishing for more.
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely read and made me smile Grace, thank you :)
Enjoyed.....and getting connected to one's self is a blessing....wish every one could do it and our world will be a better one.
ReplyDeleteYes, the blessings of routine do provide ordinary magic!
ReplyDeleteIt is within this realm we can see the magic or not~
Well Done~
I now want cornflakes ;D
Taking the ordinary and the more mundane and giving it that special twist, there is something to just enjoying the life one has.
ReplyDeleteWhich makes the point: ordinary can be extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteblessed ordinariness. We are the lucky ones... :)
ReplyDeletedef like the simplicity of the moment that you capture....there is a certain serenity in the day going just as it should you know...smiles.
ReplyDelete'this moment of peace is mine' ... wonderful phrase, I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful and important reminder to enjoy every moment that we find ourselves in. Thank you,Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh very cool capture of an "ordinary" and quite wonderful blessing.
ReplyDeleteyour enthusiasm for your day started spilling over with 'and sometimes, sliced bananas.' the form worked that way too, i thought.
ReplyDeletethat's a morning simple pleasure and joy i kin relate to.
Wonderful description of a peaceful moment just before you jump into the fire :-) Best, M.
ReplyDeleteAnd the blue bowl with golden cereal greets you like the sun in the sky...♥
ReplyDeleteeveryday is a blessing...love this piece!
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