Wonderment

John Prophet

Wonderment.
What’s
going on?
Why
anything?
Limited
capabilities.
What’s the
point?
Why bother?
Wonderment.
Wonderment
with the
unknowns.
All around
infinite
unknowns.
Looking
out.
Reaching
up.
Infinity
all around.
Unknowns
all around.
Every
direction.
Shear
wonderment.
What to
do with
micro time.
A micro
time
called
life?
What
to say?
What
to do?
Sing.
Dance.
Paint.
Write.
Create.
All, in
an ode
to a
gift
called
wonderment.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2021 08:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Olivia.

    Feels passionate! “Micro time called life” I’m trying to make my days count a lot more! This poem definitely speaks to me! X

    • John Prophet

      Hi Olivia,

      Happy you enjoyed. Thank you for reading my work.

      JP

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Good read, John.

    • FredPeyer

      Your poem reminds me that we have to get back to the wonderment we had as kids. It is so sad to lose it as adults.

      • John Prophet

        Agreed,

        Life has a way of knocking the stuffing out of youthful wonderment only to replace it with brass knuckles realism....

      • Fay Slimm.

        Yes that feeling of wonder is something to try for my friend. Open doors leading to awe wait for humanity - and that is sure. A compellingly good read.

        • John Prophet

          Thank you Fay,

          In these times for sure reality can be problematic. Wonderment can be a great cause for celebration.

        • AlitaOpal

          I can only appreciate my gift of life, despite the monotony.. life is beautiful 🌹

          • John Prophet

            Hi AO,

            Thank you kindly for reading my work JP

            • AlitaOpal

              Always a pleasure JP

            • Goldfinch60

              Those times of wonder are there for us to enjoy, there have been many in the past and there will be many more in the future.

              Andy



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