Short Poem: " Ordinary "
"Because your words were never ordinary."
Why ? Did they
carry the quiet grief
of a child
when dawn turns into
twilight as the sun dips down ?
Or-
Of a fallen rain drop
in the morning
on a grass blade
Fell when the cloud
cried hearing a tale that
broke his sad heart.
-Lyra Silvertongue
In October 2025
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Author:
Lyra Silvertongue (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2026 05:12
- Comment from author about the poem: What the world calls "ordinary" is often a mask for the profound. This poem explores the quiet violence of transitions—how a sunset or a raindrop carries the weight of unspoken grief. It is the realization that "normalcy" is merely the silence left behind after a soul-shaking tale breaks.
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Within the ordinary, the normal lies the extraordinary, the supreme beauty of nature. There is no normal no two snowflakes the same. Each has its own fingerprint and are only classified ordinary statically as falling within the norm on a standard bell curve within a certain level of confidence and lying within a two standard deviations from the mean. Arbitrary mathematical decision placing it close to ninety five percentile of the population within that area. There is only ordinary in the mind of the perceiver and when grouped in the prejudice of numbers. Well done
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