Insert words of poetry
Something something about loss or the divine
Letters to ignite feelings of travesty
From nothing more than spilled milk
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Out of proportion is the way
How else to make the mundane significant
Sometimes the small things are small
No exaggeration needed
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Until it hits you like a brick
Something as dull as taking out the trash
You see a squirrel resting on the pavement
A random sight becoming something after all
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For we always get lost within
Teetering on the edge of implosion
When we should take a lesson from nature
And relax
Inspiration: It's ok to be a mammal from time to time.
It's easy to read poetry and find it saccharine. That's because a lot of it, in fact, is. However, some of the saccharine, once unpacked, does hold a gem of truth: There can be a gem of epiphany in the mushy gushy moments. There can be a semblance of awe in that which is boring. You can be wrapped up in meeting after stupid meeting for eight hours every day, but then go outside and witness a bird sitting still on the fence. Breathing, living, and nothing more. Thus, the mundane becomes a lesson in how to live life.