Life is Wonderful
Concentrate on daily things—
the scent of toast perfectly browned,
new sheets gathered from the line,
this morning’s treasures spread on the ground:
a robin’s egg, inventing blue,
left on your doorstep, as though for you.
Seed of sycamore spinning down
to land with precision on your shoe.
Life is more wonderful with what
can come through serendipity;
and once we’re clothed and fed and sheltered,
what’s most valuable is free:
A child’s questing hopeful look
as he searches worlds within a book.
Heartfelt laughter dispelling pain
and friends who will return again.
Pity those for whom success
means piling gold in offshore banks;
whose quest for more will sacrifice
the health of children to buy more tanks.
They’ve gone too far to ever know
how much pain and how much woe
is occasioned by their status quo—
how much unhappiness they’ll sow.
Acceptance of their ignorant greed
will lead us down the path they’ve worn.
They’ll leave our world stripped and bereft,
her wondrous freedoms raped and shorn.
So as they pillage, ruin, and rape
an environment that can’t escape,
be glad that stubborn others insist
that we drive these bullies from our midst.
We know too much of the world’s ills
to ever fully feel at peace,
for that safe world that we have known
can not be lived without surcease.
Enjoy your happiness in each thing
that luck or your hard work might bring,
but share these things with everyone
lest all we stand for comes undone.
There is much in life that we
must learn to live with and accept;
but other things that we can change,
and leaders who are more adept
at giving us the basics for our health and happiness:
clean water, schools and health care. Never accept less.
If our quest for fool’s gold destroys what it can’t buy,
we’re simply fools caught building dream castles in the sky.
In times that are distressing,
millions of voices shout,
“To preserve simple pleasures,
drive these carpetbaggers out!”
The prompt for MVB is Wonder

Your beautiful poem remind me of yesterday’s message from my sister-in-law. She has a few chrysalises that she found on a plant outside her home. She brought them in to keep them safe and yesterday one “hatched”! Before the butterfly came out the chrysalis it was this dark transparent film almost. She wanted to catch a video of it hatching or coming out, but missed it by only a few minutes.
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So exciting to see nature’s processes.
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yes, amazing
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I loved the way you start this poem – I could smell the toast and sheets! We really do need to enjoy those simple pleasures ❤️
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Judy, this poem is so beautiful, wise and inspiring.
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Wonderful pic by forgottenman. Please never give up on this message for all of us. Carpetbaggers is an apt term for them.
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Thanks, Lisa! My sister was over here (in the house we grew up in) on Easter Day, 2016. We wandered the perimeter of the house, recalling the hidden eggs we searched for in the yard as kids. And then we came upon THESE hidden eggs. I watched that robin family grow and fly away in the months after.
Yeah – Carpetbaggers!
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I can’t believe how blue they are. I thought “Robin’s Egg Blue” was an exaggeration. Nope.
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You are welcome. Siblings probably know us best of all. Happy Times.
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So very spot on, Judy. The taker of this world have such petty, miserable lives—if they could only but see it.
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So true.
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