Sometimes,
we turn away from work,
inhale others’ gardens,
look out at iridescent birds,
shapes cast by the sun
Sometimes, we ignore our chores,
cycle the distant suburbs,
look at how another tenth live,
eat exotic foods on the streets
Sometimes, we forgo the car,
ride the ferries and trains,
look for treasures in labyrinthine shops,
play tourist for a day
Sometimes, we shun the inner life,
chase the little white ball,
look right, look left (up at that thieving crow),
rarely straight down the middle
Sometimes, we blow the budget,
wine and dine on the Quay,
watch the passing parade,
the city at play
Sometimes, we forget ourselves,
lie outside in the dark,
look up, and beyond
to the edge of the universe
and close our eyes
in peace
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It’s necessary, this indulgence 🙂
It sure is, Cin – cheers 😉
Variety is the spice of life and it is good for us to experience the world around us from time to time so that we can truly appreciate what we have, Bb. I love these descriptions of life around us.
Couldn’t agree more, Adee – more space to breathe! 🙂 thx
Sometimes we find a poem that puts us into a peaceful place. Thank you.
Lovely comment, Mark 😀 thx bb
Oh, YES! Bluebee! Thank you for this. It really speaks to me right now!
Ha, ha – good, Elaine 😀 thx. bb
We should, bb, we should sometimes be like you so aptly say, maybe the trick to happy living is to be like this all the time? I want to close my eyes in peace. xPenx
To find the balance, Pen – that’s the difficult thing – hope you find some peace and rest soon. bb xx
This poem is just like a holiday 🙂 Thanks, BB.
Thanks, Kate 🙂 – I could sure do with one of those right now rather than this quagmire of deadlines I’m bogged in 🙂
Sometimes, we inhale others’ poetry, and find peace.
Hello Monica 😀 – Great to see you back. Thank you for this lovely comment.
Very refreshing poem bb – lovely vignettes of things to do to make life fun (took me a while to work out what the little white balls were – haha – and then I read your tags – I’m obviously not a golfer, but I am pretty good at ignoring my chores!).
ha,ha thx Gabrielle – me too, but they never go away or do themselves unfortunately 😀
Thanks for this delightful glimpse of your world 🙂
Thanks, Jan – glad you enjoyed 😀
sometimes you make beautiful poetry happen…oh whoops i meant all the time hehe
Ha, ha – sometimes, always, never – it depends entirely on the reader 😀
Your poetry is just wonderful. Like your other friends, I found a lot of peace in this poem…your words are so refreshing!
The only thing I disagree with is your line “Sometimes, we ignore our chores” – I ALWAYS ignore my chores – ha ha 😀
Have a great day!
Chloe xx
ha, ha – good one, Chloe 😀 – if I ignore mine for too long, my brain starts to fog up
I’d like to eat exotic foods on the street every day
Considering that you’ve tried “pigeon soup and fried insects” and declared them “delicious”, I can see why, Nursemyra! 🙂
This is one of your poems I keep coming back to, Bluebee. Just love it.
Thanks, Monica – nice to have you revisit 😀
Hi Bluebee. I just read some of your blogs in a spare moment.
Some beautiful stuff there. I enjoyed all I read, and very thought provoking too.
Makes me feel humble!!!
John
Hello John – that’s high praise coming from you. Nice to see you here 🙂 Thank you for these lovely comments. bb.
By the way, BB, I spent some harrowing weeks in Sydney, and other harrowing weeks in Darwin back towards the end, and the beginning respectively, of my working life. My overall impression was of the enormous friendship I received , and how much support in hard times!
And what a great country! (Although I love my own)
Thanks again
John
Hello, John – I’m intrigued – did you visit here as a radio engineer in the British Navy?
My husband and I emigrated to Australia, and have found it, overall, to be a very positive experience, attributable in no small way to the generosity of its people. One cannot buy the freedom that living here has brought to our lives.
Best
bb
We were without a car when we first emigrated! It was a blessing in disguise actually – I miss our family outings on the train which became routine. Thanks bb, I enjoyed this poem very much!
Thanks for reading, Jenny 😀