This week let’s write a poem with the words common, rise and Wordsworth in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites.

The Common Miracle

Wordsworth knew

that miracles

did not always

wear crowns.

Sometimes

they rise

with the morning mist,

hidden in birdsong,

wildflowers,

and dew

resting on blades of grass.

The world calls them

common—

as if beauty

could ever become ordinary.

A sunrise

has never repeated itself.

No leaf

has copied another.

Even the wind

writes a different poem

each day.

Perhaps

that is what

Wordsworth

was trying to tell us:

the extraordinary

does not wait

at the end of the journey.

It rises

with every breath,

waiting

for someone

to notice.

 

With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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