Out Of All The Endless Days

Rating: 5.0

I'd live my life in shorthand,
the short hand of a poem,
a zen brush painting.

Ah, the endless repetitions,
the rising, getting dressed,
going to the same workplace,
the weekends, blah blah,

and now and then a flash of something new,
a moment that leaves the procession,
flies up to the hills,

something worth writing about,
something that seems
worth God's time

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eila Mahima Jaipaul 30 January 2007

My dear Max, isn't life in the details... the mundane repition of things? If we do not witness these, the unordinary, then we'll never recognize the extraordinary... As always, it is a pleasure. -Eila

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Ernestine Northover 28 January 2007

A terrific write Max, simply a great read and a pleasure to find. Thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Alison Cassidy 27 January 2007

Maybe those 'ugh' moments wouldn't stand out in such sharp relief, if they came tumbling one after another.... Just a thought. Great poem.

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Daniel Tyler 27 January 2007

Lovely to see you back, Max. A finely-crafted bijou of a poem.

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Linda Ori 27 January 2007

Ah, those 'aha' moments make the simply mundane routine worth it all. 'Every now and then a little light shines through' - thank God! Nice little poem, but a powerful message, Max Linda

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