Below is the poem entitled Verbal Still-life which was written by poet
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With so much going on inside my house I decided to step outside
As I sit here on this porch I realize
I am truly and extremely blessed.
Blessed that I can hear, see, and feel in this very instant
I can hear a host of different sounds
Cars passing by, children screaming, basketballs bouncing, dogs barking, radios blaring, the wind howling through the trees, birds singing, brakes squealing to a stop, the steady tune of a roaring train
As far as my eyes can see there are
green leaves, grass and shrubbery everywhere, every shade of brown imaginable is present; light brown dry dirt, dark bricks, mixed brown barks of trees, leaves dance across the street at a pace that rivals the cars flying by.
Skyward the pale moon plays a game of hide and seek amongst the white, bulbous clouds
Aside from the wind gliding across my skin what I feel can barely be put into words.
I feel so alive yet so very small
I'm here and very much apart of my environment but to stop and take this in awes me
What I hear, see, feel, and all other parts of right now are only smaller parts of an enormous mechanism.
This instance of life is beautiful and rare
No point in time will ever be just alike
Consider this a verbal still-life if you will
No paint or canvas required
Typhani M. Roberson