Something Profound Poem by Nika McGuin

Something Profound

Rating: 2.8


I walk past this place everyday
heading in the same direction
to the same old crumbling building
Though it is a dreary experience
there's something I always look forward to
this patch of stubby flowers,
with globe-like yellow blooms
I know not what they are called
but having the privilege to watch them
wilt, come into bloom, and wilt again
it's as precious as seeing a blood moon
on a night overcast with cold wind and storms
yet, to see it peeking through the clouds
darkening as a scarlet sea washes over it
it's something many people miss
walk past, and sleep through
but being the one who sees it
and knows its worth,
that is something profound

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: deep
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 16 May 2014

Amen, to your closing words in this poem. That scruffy, sturdy survivor plant is like Tennyson's flower in the crannied wall which held the secrets of the universe for him - because he paid attention to it. And that simple - no, grand act of paying attention is what you are demonstrating to us. I love the way you worked the phrase SOMETHING PROFOUND effortless into the ending of the poem, so that the poem comes full circle - title and closing line. Your poem makes me want to identify that small thing which looms large in my experience. Suddenly, I realized - it's my companion animal! a 2 1/2 inch canary for whom I am the center of the universe. His daily delight when I talk to him is, say it, something profound.

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Captain Herbert Poetry 24 April 2014

Nice profound and good thoughts on your poem

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Patricia Grantham 19 April 2014

Some of the simple things in life at times can be the most beautiful. Most of the times these are the wonders that we pass by. take a some time out to enjoy. Love your thoughts.

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Valsa George 18 April 2014

Those who walk past and never bother to look around miss many of the beautiful scenes of Nature that fill us with cheer... Even in a wlid flower there is so much beauty hidden for discerning eyes... Enjoyed your habitual walk to the crumbled building to see the patch of 'stubby flowers'!

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