It is uncanny how we fit together
Like peas in a pod
Or cherries on pies
She giggles
Wrapping her fingers
Around mine
Do you think we are unusual
She asks
Of course little Cricket
That is the best thing to be
We sit and think for a moment
The clouds move by
The heat soaks into our tired skin
Our being is uncommon
Just as it should be
Who would want to be normal
She squeals
That would be very dull indeed
I think to myself
That it might be good to take a holiday
In normal
Just to see
To feel
But everyone has troubles
And foibles
I like being us
She whispers
Cutting through the dreaming
It is uncanny how we fit together
Like peas in a pod
Or cherries on pies.
I think most poets lead somewhat unusual lives. It gives us such good material too. Smiles. I love how you end the poem as you started out, bringing it full circle.
ReplyDeleteI agree being 'normal' must be quite dull Unsual for me is cherries on pies. Sounds delicious I also like the repetition at beginning and end
ReplyDeletePoets are unusual people as they think differently from the masses. How else could churn out our poetry (and prose) so regularly and with such enjoyment.
ReplyDeleteI think many of us have wished to take a holiday in normal – until we realise there is no such place. Or perhaps it is a very large country which encompasses many different places.
ReplyDeleteLovely, the circle of understanding and being, bravo
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday. Stay Safe
Much💛love
This left me hungry for cherry pie!
ReplyDeleteTake a holiday in normal. Interesting thought. Some actually might like to stay there. Some days we all might like to be in normal!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. <3
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of taking a holiday in normal. Probably quite dull.
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