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An Ordinary Day
There are days I sit in silence
watching the reckoning on the wall
shadows dancing across fading paint
disconnecting my rise from my fall
I cross off all my connections
count the blemishes
more than twice
as I hope for you to peer into my window
I'd open up for(to) you
my lips would perform miracles
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
would be at our beck and call
take my offerings
enter into my fortitude
the place where silence speaks softly
time slips away, even if just for a moment
and simplicity smiles
upon not just an ordinary day
watching the reckoning on the wall
shadows dancing across fading paint
disconnecting my rise from my fall
I cross off all my connections
count the blemishes
more than twice
as I hope for you to peer into my window
I'd open up for(to) you
my lips would perform miracles
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
would be at our beck and call
take my offerings
enter into my fortitude
the place where silence speaks softly
time slips away, even if just for a moment
and simplicity smiles
upon not just an ordinary day
Published 28th Jun 2019
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28th Jun 2019 7:48pm
Well shit, Tim. Somedays I wonder if you're a piece of my brain I've been missing! Haha I love this, I think you had me in the first few lines! Excellent ink, my friend, as always♥
29th Jun 2019 1:01pm
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- Edited 8th May 2020 8:45pm
28th Jun 2019 9:02pm
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29th Jun 2019 1:02pm
Anonymous
29th Jun 2019 11:16pm
oh, the longing, luv ❤
29th Jun 2019 11:23pm
Anonymous
1st Jul 2019 8:18pm
The irony, isn't it? How on an ordinary day such extraordinary emotions & words come to the surface. Nothing at all ordinary about this poem, Tim
1st Jul 2019 8:26pm
