by Richard Vince
It was like falling in love:
Everything was new and exciting,
And I could not get enough of
The wonders I had discovered.
Then it was like marriage:
Comfort slowly became
As I began to believe that
Nothing new remained to be found.
Now it is like falling in love again:
As though I am seeing the old
Through new eyes; through
Another’s eyes as he discovers
For the first time that which
I already know.
I had forgotten how it felt
For the prosaic to seem exotic;
For the ordinary to seem special.
One man’s everyday is another’s
Extraordinary; for me, it has
Turned full circle as all
I thought I knew becomes
New to me once more.
Posted on 01/19/2014
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/19/14 at 10:21 PM|
Reflective. Sometimes it takes a little effort to see the beauty in the familiar. A good poem for meditation.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/20/14 at 12:12 AM|
This cycle of rediscovery is expressed very well here. It is a wise man with an open mind who can write that last stanza.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/23/14 at 03:42 AM|
It is like reading a poem you know very well to someone else for the first time. Sometimes if they only know a little poetry but enjoy it and their experience is memorable it seems as if you have been the ultimate teacher and it is a wonderful experience for you as well as them.