Ordinary

Ordinary.
Always wanted to be,
Ordinary.

A quiet wind
That no one feels.
A quiet flower,
Among the daisies
In the field.

Still,
Not hard to be special,
Different, from the rest;
With different rules
For an ordinary test.

Yet It would be fun,
To blend in, just the same.
An ordinary face,
With an ordinary name.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (3)

So much is written about our desire to 'make our mark' - this has such a refreshing honesty and originality about it. Just the right amount of words too. Hugs Anna xxx
This one's been very thoughtfully constructed! nice work~ Preets
Sandra, you've got what it takes. I am right there with you. Good poem. H