The yin and the yang, the fizzle, sizzle and bang
the sparkle, the circle, and line
oh, I am grateful for all, the short, tall, oddball,
the glass and the fuss and the wine.
The stable, unstable, the three-legged table
so long as there’s place it’s just fine.
The pins and the prongs, and the fork’s probably wrong -
but I’m grateful it’s still got tines.
The yen and the zen, the muddle, puddle and train,
the tunnel, the funnel, and the mine
yes, I’m grateful for all, the lunch, and punch, and bowl
the sweet and sour, and the saline.
For the opposeable thumb, for nations, and gums,
the presence of crowns and canines,
for problems and their knots, for perishable thoughts
I’m grateful, and they are all fine.
The fins and the fangs, the little, brittle, and slang
the spoken, and the broken sign
I’m grateful for all – the offer, its withdrawal,
the built-in angst with the design.
The pebbled, the cobbled, the barely-there wobble,
the slight shiver down a timid spine,
the brim and what it brings, but so long as it rings
I’m grateful, and it’ll all be fine.
The monks and the minx, the mindful and the rindful,
for links, sphinx, rinks and inclines,
and I’m grateful for the tangles, and the obtuse angles
between the insane and ensign.
The winks and the kinks, so many twenty somethings
oh I’m grateful each of them's fine.
The trickle and the fickle, and the inimical,
for cucumber pickles, and brine.
The jinx and the jingle, the singled, the tingled,
the unpowdered snub noses’ shine.
Oh, I’m grateful for all, the stride, stumble and fall,
the banyan, the baobab, the pine.
The junk and the jungle, the bungle and fungal,
the crumb and the crumble are fine.
The jug and the juggle, the rug, rig and wriggle,
I'm grateful for giggles and grapevines.
The binned and the banned; the brands planned and unplanned,
and the planets - now less than nine,
oh, I'm grateful for all, the mini- and mega- mall,
the cine complex and the cosine.
The cards, and the curdled, and the curt, and curtailed -
I'm grateful, and they'll be fine.
For the cycled and spun, the housing situation,
for roofs and rivers and road-signs.
The modes and the moods, the traffic and the graphic,
for manic praise and panicked whine.
Oh, I'm grateful for all - the shortcake and shortfall,
in the end, all things will turn out fine.
The customised suits, the promos of veg-and-fruits
the zooming in on the bovine,
should I be grateful for these? - the national trapeze,
the mundane defiling the divine.
I am in awe. The amount of items you wove into the theme is impressive. One of your best!ReplyDelete
Yes, God says to be grateful in all things.
Thank you! Coming from you, that means a lot.Delete
Love and share your gratitude for life. In all its messy complexities. And part of my gratitude is extended to you, for the dancing words you give us.ReplyDelete
I feel super blessed. Thank you, EC! for your words and your presence here.Delete
Hi Nila - sorry so late in getting over to wish you all the best for 2018 ... I've been wanting to spend time reading and listening to some of your posts ... which I'll be back to do.ReplyDelete
Looking forward to more poetry and wonderful weaving words written for us to read and think about ...
Have a very happy 2018 = cheers Hilary
No need to apologise! I know you've got a lot on your plate...am still hungover from the holidays myself :)Delete
Have the most blessed year, Hilary and a happy and quick settling in.
your last line is perfect - the mundane defiling the divine. Wow. And ...giggles and grapevines made me smile, as did the "iggle" verse.ReplyDelete
I'm grateful that you are such a wordsmith.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you! The mundane does temporarily eclipse the divine sometimes, but the sun is the sun and will come out when the eclipse is over.Delete
My, Nila, so much in so few lines. You've certainly nailed gratitude. This is a magnificent take on valuing the small things of line, well worthy to be in a poetry collection. You are a superb weaver of words...ReplyDelete
The small things are the ones that are enormous imo :) and yup, I believe in celebrating the broken and the insane stuff - mostly they are the ones that make for a fun ride. Thanks for the vote of confidence! much valued :)Delete
That was a lot of fun. The wordplay was incredibly inspired! So many would have twisted that poem around at the end and come up with something cynical, but I had a feeling that you wouldn't.ReplyDelete
Am not very dexterous with cynical - I fall flat every time I try :) Glad you liked the wordplay!Delete