The Most Beautiful Thing

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Until recently my poetry repertoire was pretty much limited to that one about the guy from Nantucket. Then I started going to this poetry group thing at the public library.

I’ve written a few. It’s fun. Now I’m not claiming to be some great poet or anything.

Still, those effers at The New Yorker could have at least sent me a nice rejection letter. ย Don’t ya think? I mean, it’s just common decency, right?

Whatever. I’m over it.

The Most Beautiful Thing

Like a Monet’
Honest
Bursting with color
Pure beauty
No strings attached
Protective, like a pistol in the glove box
Familiar, like an old book store
Rain boots, when you need them
A cutting board scarred with nourishment
Coffee brewing just before the alarm
A twenty found in an old coat pocket
The last bite of a hot fudge sundae
Christmas lights in a hometown bar
An Oldsmobile with a full tank
Breath taking fun
Like wrestling a pile of puppies
Hot shower, clean sheets
Teacher in your corner
Gangster in your back pocket
A kind audience when you forget the lines
Just as a tree that falls in the forest
I’m here to tell you
It makes a sound
It’s love
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen

cheers,

J

 

 

 

12 comments on “The Most Beautiful Thing
  1. Well, those people at the New Yorker don’t know s___. I don’t understand half of those cartoons they come up with. Anyway, don’t get discouraged. We all have to go through the rejection process. It’s great practice for life. : )

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