I Am Ordinary
I have no great skill
For I am not a learned man
No great feat to share
None other than ordinary
I have no real tallent
What I've ever shown
Was never really mine alone
So why is then
That when the wind blows
I feel it too
When a flower, flowers
I also bloom
When A tree sways
Or an infant sings
My ordinary becomes
Everything
In all the things
I never Knew
It mattered not
When I saw true
No great skill
No degree
To see beyond
The ordinary
I can only offer an ordinary comment for an extraordinary poem. Excellent.
Nothing more than ordinary... without the ordinary the world could not survive because the world is 'ordinary'!
Intrigued. will read more fave lines... When a flower, flowers I also bloom When A tree sways Or an infant sings Interesting that you use the word 'sings' rather than cries.
Now this is certainly not ordinary Duncan, a beautiful write, with excellence all the way through. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A beautiful write, may this ordinary reader raise you to a higher deserving level? Many thanks - Cindy
A special poem written by a very special poet yet one who remains modest and humble. Excellent work as always. Best wishes, Andrew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with John, and will add extraordinarily talented poet. It touched me with its beauty. Thank you so very much for sharing :)