Cynical

I see a shooting star and want to wax poetic

I want it to be a sign, a vision prophetic

Then I chide myself because it is just an astronomical body

Nothing extraordinary about it, don’t know why anybody

Would ascribe romantic connotations to a meteor in the sky

I feel a bit silly thinking about movie-style romance, I won’t lie..

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A vibrant sunset with the sky colored in vivid hues

I witness on the the horizon, I marvel at the view

I feel a sense of awe, I want to stop and stare

At the sun going down, but I do not dare

To be so impractical as to waste precious time

In doing nothing but watching a sunset sublime..

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A cardinal I see in my backyard, I am mesmerized

By its flame-red plumage, I admire it wide-eyed

When it flies away to another perch, out of my sight

I feel a bit disappointed, but that feeling I fight

I know there are bird-watchers but I am not one anyway

Staring at a beautiful bird is not how I should spend my day..

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There are times when I experience awe in a regular day

But instead of savoring that experience, I tend to walk away

From the scene, convincing myself it is of little value

To spend time thus, that I have productive tasks to do

In writing this verse I realize how cynical I’ve become

That the wonders of nature seem to me bothersome…

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Next time the universe showcases its splendor to me

I shall take a pause, and immerse myself fully

Into the scene, soak in the feeling of amazement

To let my romantic fantasies loose would be my intent