Share this postThese Ordinary Dayssharronbassano.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther50 WORDSThese Ordinary Days📖 - A prose poem in exactly 50 wordsSharron BassanoApr 15, 202311Share this postThese Ordinary Dayssharronbassano.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther21ShareI find my joy in the rain, in salt air, in a quiet, orderly life.Yet each day I grieve for human failure. Such spiritual poverty. Such epidemic ignorance and pointless violence.The sting of these ordinary days mutes in the mind all the simple delights.Was it always so?Leave a commentSubscribe to 🍁Leaves to receive new posts every Saturday and Wednesday. It’s free.SubscribeShare LEAVESPreviousNext
You ask the eternal question, was it always so. Humans are sooo flawed. We all need to wrestle in our own way how to lead fulfilling lives given this situation.
Beautiful, sad prose. Spiritual poverty, epidemic ignorance, pointless violence. The sting of ordinary days. How true.