My ordinary life
grows less and less
ordinary as I contemplate
the birds, the clouds, the stars.
My life merges
with everything else
and I realise
I am not ordinary,
I am special. As special
as the clouds, each one
different, as special
as the birds, chattering
in a tongue I cannot decipher,
as special as the stars
that look down on us
from a great distance
in time and space.
We are all special, we are,
none of us, ordinary.
Embrace all that is special
in yourself and in everything
around you. I am special,
you are special,
everything is special.Don't be afraid to be critical about the poem or the subject, critical comment is what I seek. Giving useful critiques is a great skill to learn. Learning to critique the work of others helps you to critique your own work too.
