Beyond The Window

An ordinary day

Beyond The Window

Looking from the humble cabin

An old man glances out to observe

The meadow lays even at the edges

Flat by the deep waterway incognito

Shades of green seldom seen emerge

Subtle multicolored to be exact

Though there appears to be more

Much more to the story to be told

At last, the rain falls then ends

Along with the last drop of coffee

Finished as the porcelain cup rim

Reaches the lips with thin fragility

Warm and friendly to the touch

Breakfast is a comfort

A spoon falls to the floor unattended

Never reaches its destination

Never landing

As expected, there can be no rest

While the thing is suspended

A beginning without ending

Author's Note

What about the spoon?!

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

interesting ...the spoon remains, along with everything else, in suspended animation ... some kind of "old man" magic ;)
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi E. Thanks for commenting. It starts out like an ordinary day with an ordinary man enjoying his morning coffee looking out at nature when...Bam! The poem takes a left turn at crazy world and surreal activity. I've always enjoyed the Zeno Paradox where things always get half way there but it is impossible for them to get anywhere because they are always going half the distance.
The spoon is still falling off the table. It will never land. Have a great day. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha yes ...half way there ;) i do enjoy the scene your poem inspires ...everything so very slowed down ..i see the dust particles int he ari even :)