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 agree with John, and will add extraordinarily talented poet. It touched me with its beauty. Thank you so very much for sharing :)
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 can only offer an ordinary comment for an extraordinary poem. Excellent.