Cruising Through

I’m cruising through
this beautiful day
looking for
something special,
the extraordinary,
something beautiful.

I turn to notice more.
Studying the view,
I glance once, twice,
here, back over there.
I turn. Ah, I see.

I’m cruising through
this beautiful day.
I’ve found it.
I’ve found it.
Beautiful you.

13 comments

  1. yes! you—how often we forget to ‘see’ what I love about your poem is it can be romantic or child-love or Divine.
    today it strikes me as referencing the creator-you the source of all beauty. and on the romantic side we realize
    our love is the most beautiful thing! and the beauty in child’s embrace—your poem works on so many levels–kallie

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    • Kallie? Jaz?
      Haven’t we met before? At our old Pub?) Feels like we have. 🙂
      Thank you for seeing levels in this & sharing that you did see them. I was hoping for just that kind of response. You got it. Caught it like a frisbee. (Smile.)
      Jan

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  2. “I’m cruising through
    this beautiful day
    looking for
    something special,
    the extraordinary,
    something beautiful.”

    I saw this on my way out the door this morning, Jan,

    It set the tone for my whole day. Thank you!

    It is a poem of joy, an effervescence of the soul
    born of faith and contentment. You bring it to us
    and we bask in its beauty.

    Thank you!

    Sarah

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    • Sweet, sweet response! Thank you, Sarah. This type reply is the kind that invites a writer to create & share more. I do get a rapid pulse for writing in autumn. There is something special about this season. Truly.

      Jan

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      • My body awakens in work-mode on the weekends so I’m an early riser even then. I don’t mind as the early morning is an exquisite time, a time when the newest of new awaits. (especially in autumn)

        Jan

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    • Hi, Francina,

      Thanks for your time & comments. With these eyes we’re all blessed with there is choice. We get to choose how intensely we notice & observe. We choose whether to look once or look again. Thank you for appreciating this. Good to see you today.

      Jan

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  3. The beauty is all around us; tbut o see with the eyes of a poet is a gift not granted to all; and I am thus grateful for gifts granted by the poets of the Peaceful Pub who always notice more.

    Douglas.

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    • Douglas,

      We, writer-types, are noticers–always turning our heads to see one more glance. I’m glad we are made that way. Thanks for stopping by to read & comment.

      Jan

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