cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

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Sometimes life itself becomes the poem
Eyes drink in images silly, sad, profound
See beauty of sunset and the moon ascend
Ears charmed by music, small children at play
Hear stories, rhymes and wailing grief
Tastes dance lively tattoos on the tongue
Grapefruit a wake-up call divine as any caffeine buzz
Pepper mustard gives tango flick to daily bread
Smell bewitched remembers past as if today
Imagines future loves and candle scent, gives alarm of burning pot
Touch of human hands, soft fleecy blankets on the bed
Feel of rough wood, rounded pebbles, water from a spout
Breathe a song of living out our days

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