A Happy Accident
Is it now as it was in the beginning all a happy accident
or intelligent
design someone’s song matched perfectly
to the sound of
the garden chime all
irregularities soothed over
a plethora of
variety each groove endless nothing final
change is
everywhere each moment unique and each has its own void
the sponge itself creature of the sea created for its own special purpose
its shape size and color not to be confused with vinyl
none are without
interest each one unique
January 21, 2018
The snow that welcomes winter is at last here covers everything
In a glittery blanket all is new again it has been a long time coming this year
My breath freezes before me the windows are frosted looks like a mirage
I am under its wintery white spell mornings gentle breeze whisper
Winter secrets bear has already entered his cave hibernates
Last night’s moon encircled by silver wreath my footprints deep in the snow
January 21, 2018
13 comments:
How perfect it is when the songs match the wind chime.
Marvelous and new:
"the sponge itself creature of the sea created for its own special purpose
its shape size and color not to be confused with vinyl"
and "Winter secrets"! Each of the moment, each a beauty. I love each season for its secrets and footprints.
sponge and vinyl, there is room for all of it. You're first poem brought up so many ponderings. The second one was like the slate was washed clean.
Awesome, as usual : )
ZQ
So beautiful....i can see the snow, bringing stillness and ice to the desert.
I enjoyed both of this pieces. I like to think of happy accidents as one of life's little gifts and thus, was pleased to come upon a poem that pondered that lovely serendipity. And the "Winter secrets" was also a treat ... so beautifully rendered and, for me, very evocative.
I can see the moon.
Everything with its unique purpose.. I like that idea!
What a magical write.. i could see you marvelling over the snowfall.. crunching through its soft carpet..a happy accident indeed xo
i enjoyed both pieces.
'a happy accident' reminds me about taking a photo and everything, light, focus, object, all fell in place. a truly perfect snapshot, your poem. :)
Although I hate the cold and stay way from snow, I like to read about your snow: you make it sound so beautiful and peaceful.
I believe in an intelligent design which allows for "happy accidents" – much as the orderly symmetry of fractals nevertheless has randomness built-in.
Snow in the desert must be an amazing sight! And, as for a happy accident - or an intelligent design - I wonder that oftentimes as well about the universe & .....everything!
Deeply philosophical - ID or god-free?
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