Just the other day
I was sitting on the bus
I simply couldn’t help but look out the window
it was such a bright and sunny day
sky bluer than I'd ever seen it
Imagining for just a moment
the carpet of sunflowers that we passed
performing the Mexican wave just for me
and in the distance
the magnificent Cyprus trees
applauding the yellow wave
startled by sound awoken from my Imagination
by the birds chirping in their orchestra of whistle
the sky window on the bus, wide open
allowing me to hear their sweet melodies
reflecting on the fact that their music was perfect
even without the clever hands of a conductor
and every so often stopping
at a zebra crossing
allowing the other humans
to cross the road on foot
making their way
to wherever they were destined to be
and I?
well finally I'd reached my destination
so very grateful
to have been part of this magnificent moment
of imagery and sound
I reach my front door
placing my key into the keyhole
reflecting once more
I couldn't help but think...
how very lucky I am just to be alive.
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Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2024 04:09
- Category: Reflection
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Love this, Teddy. I could see those sunflowers. 🙂
Awe so very kind dear Tom, so humbled you can see them too. ❤️ Thank you.
I want a ride on that bus route
Love how you view things and your gratitude for life
I do ride this beautiful imagery, it's not at all hard to put onto paper a far cry from my London roots dear Peto, thank you so much. 🌻
now that's a mighty damned fine feeling isn't it .. I am sure I have passed this way before .. same route, same sky .. same Cyprus tree .. same peace of mind and very same dream .. that's what some poetry does for me Teddy .. thank you .. Neville
I absolutely knew you would say this, and yes what a place to be, it has to be seen to be believed Tuscany is truly something. Thank you my dearest Nev. ❤️
It is the last line that says it so well
"how very lucky I am just to be alive.
"how very lucky I am just to be alive." like all the other beautiful things you mention, often taken for granted. A wonderful call for attention to all around us and gratitude. Very nice
My gratitude whole heartedly to you dear sorenbarret thank you. ❤️
You tell us it was a bus, but i believe it might have been a carriage for you , Queen of that moment in time and a parade of your loyal senses....
Good stuff, Teddy.
So very kind dear Dave, thank you. 🌻
And we, the lucky ones to read this masterpiece of poetry. Superb Teddy. 😉👍
Ah my dear A.P just another day in Tuscany, I'm the lucky girl in the word. ❤️ Thank you dear friend.
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Beautiful imagery. Gratitude is so important. This is superb.
My deepest gratitude to you dear Thomas. Grazie mille 🌻
Amazing, when a bus ride can conjure such incredible images. You have a gift for seeing beauty all around you, and weaving it into extraordinary verse. This poem is a genuine "Teddy"!!
Thank you my dear Bella, it's not hard to find my imagery in this beautiful Tuscany it's truly a place to see ❤️
Wonderful words Teddy and yes we feel the seem way about being so lucky to be alive.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy. 🌻
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