Describe the first ordinary thing you noticed this morning.
19 responses
Lavender Morning:
The morning after you left me
I lingered too long
in love's haze.
A beautiful lavender shade
spilled across the windows.
I wandered empty spaces
still carrying your outline.
The house remembered you.
The mirrors remembered you.
Even silence
seemed to speak your name.
By nightfall
there were no traces of us left.
Only lavender light
and the strange feeling
that someone had survived
what someone else had lost.
The morning after
you loved me.
hushed thistle
4h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
god's rays glittering on my eyes,
i thought of good things to come
the people i care about who don't care about me
will have better days to come, regardless
rusted cedar
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
First ordinary thing I noticed today,
was a heap of laundry,
the washing machine,
the dishwasher standing right next to it.
Silent now, set to hum
Prepared to serve for the day
How can the ordinary be special?
Or how special can the ordinary be,
If not for their presence in our lives?
Ever so present, just like our breath
We know it is there, keeping us alive.
The ordinary is extraordinarily present
On any ordinary day.
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Ordinary
The moment I rose
and realized
I had a good night's sleep.
I had never thought about it,
but once I noticed,
I couldn't help but cherish
this ordinary blessing—
to rest,
and to wake.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC
The sun shone through my window,
Casting the room in the brightness that can only be described as morning
The start of a new day is a beautiful thing
Knowing that is the same sun that rose yesterday,
And will rise the same way for hundreds of tomorrows,
Does nothing to reduce the grandness of the small miracle of waking every morn to bear witness
The simplicity of that moment
The beginning of a beginning, yet it doesn’t feel any grander than it need be
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
the empty mugs on my desk
the unwritten notes
the almosts and what ifs
restless ember
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
my oats hadn't fully soaked up the yoghurt in my overnight oats. great tradgedy, dry mouth, etc.
moonlit thrush
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
the sun was beaming
i was posed leaning
of what today can be
what i would be
how the sun continues to change
knowing i remain the same
rusted lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
There is sand in my hair and
bruises of the boogeyman remain;
violent, violet, vile remains.
A battle was lost, yet again,
the sandman was hung by
the boogeyman.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
everything
everything is ordinary
the way the sun shines like it does every morning
the way the curtain folds like every night
the was 8 lie in my bed and the way i get up
nothing is out of the ordinary
the way my cupboard squeaks and the way my door rattles
nothing has changed
and i doubt it ever will change
everything has become once again so ordinary
i wish for something different
but it wont happen
it cant happen
and i wish it could
tiny shore
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
it’s the thirst of the eye
first thing in the morning
it’s always the light I’m looking for
my favourite: the morning light in summer
the unuttered light of a thought
a comforting presence, my books
a pair of red shoes waiting for me
a green dress waiting for you
so there is the wound of morning
but to see is to forget the name
of what you see
still pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
brewing coffee
distant pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
My rescue cat Harley woke me up to feed him. Purring loudly and rubbing his face on me. He is very vocal and was meowing loudly to make sure he got fed before I did anything else.
warm sparrow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
My sister sleeping in the bed next to me at 4am.
tender porch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
soft green
fuzzy white
I noticed my blankets
that kept me warm all night
late birch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Life is ordinary in general
Life seeps into me with sameness
Ordinary life for an ordinary me
This what I notice everyday
Life is just life
No surprises
Just another day
Live life in spite of it ordinary ways
Someday to be on top of all that you feel
Finally being able to feel free and breathe.
hollow meadow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
Nothing dramatic,
just the soft return
of a world that keeps
showing up for you.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
The sun came up with a quiet confidence
It was still chilly but not as cold as yesterday morning
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
The sofa's word
This morning when I woke,
I saw a gray stroke.
It's the sofa's soft face,not white,
but like a pigeon in flight.
It might be ordinary, but it's the first thing I saw,
like the pads of my dog's paw.
It brought back memories fresh and raw.
It ripped through my consciousness like a sharp claw.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
Lavender Morning:
The morning after you left me
I lingered too long
in love's haze.
A beautiful lavender shade
spilled across the windows.
I wandered empty spaces
still carrying your outline.
The house remembered you.
The mirrors remembered you.
Even silence
seemed to speak your name.
By nightfall
there were no traces of us left.
Only lavender light
and the strange feeling
that someone had survived
what someone else had lost.
The morning after
you loved me.
hushed thistle
4h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
First ordinary thing I noticed today,
was a heap of laundry,
the washing machine,
the dishwasher standing right next to it.
Silent now, set to hum
Prepared to serve for the day
How can the ordinary be special?
Or how special can the ordinary be,
If not for their presence in our lives?
Ever so present, just like our breath
We know it is there, keeping us alive.
The ordinary is extraordinarily present
On any ordinary day.
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
The sun shone through my window,
Casting the room in the brightness that can only be described as morning
The start of a new day is a beautiful thing
Knowing that is the same sun that rose yesterday,
And will rise the same way for hundreds of tomorrows,
Does nothing to reduce the grandness of the small miracle of waking every morn to bear witness
The simplicity of that moment
The beginning of a beginning, yet it doesn’t feel any grander than it need be
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
my oats hadn't fully soaked up the yoghurt in my overnight oats. great tradgedy, dry mouth, etc.
moonlit thrush
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
There is sand in my hair and
bruises of the boogeyman remain;
violent, violet, vile remains.
A battle was lost, yet again,
the sandman was hung by
the boogeyman.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
it’s the thirst of the eye
first thing in the morning
it’s always the light I’m looking for
my favourite: the morning light in summer
the unuttered light of a thought
a comforting presence, my books
a pair of red shoes waiting for me
a green dress waiting for you
so there is the wound of morning
but to see is to forget the name
of what you see
still pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
My rescue cat Harley woke me up to feed him. Purring loudly and rubbing his face on me. He is very vocal and was meowing loudly to make sure he got fed before I did anything else.
warm sparrow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
soft green
fuzzy white
I noticed my blankets
that kept me warm all night
late birch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Nothing dramatic,
just the soft return
of a world that keeps
showing up for you.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
The sofa's word
This morning when I woke,
I saw a gray stroke.
It's the sofa's soft face,not white,
but like a pigeon in flight.
It might be ordinary, but it's the first thing I saw,
like the pads of my dog's paw.
It brought back memories fresh and raw.
It ripped through my consciousness like a sharp claw.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
god's rays glittering on my eyes,
i thought of good things to come
the people i care about who don't care about me
will have better days to come, regardless
rusted cedar
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
Ordinary
The moment I rose
and realized
I had a good night's sleep.
I had never thought about it,
but once I noticed,
I couldn't help but cherish
this ordinary blessing—
to rest,
and to wake.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC
the empty mugs on my desk
the unwritten notes
the almosts and what ifs
restless ember
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
the sun was beaming
i was posed leaning
of what today can be
what i would be
how the sun continues to change
knowing i remain the same
rusted lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
everything
everything is ordinary
the way the sun shines like it does every morning
the way the curtain folds like every night
the was 8 lie in my bed and the way i get up
nothing is out of the ordinary
the way my cupboard squeaks and the way my door rattles
nothing has changed
and i doubt it ever will change
everything has become once again so ordinary
i wish for something different
but it wont happen
it cant happen
and i wish it could
tiny shore
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
brewing coffee
distant pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
My sister sleeping in the bed next to me at 4am.
tender porch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
Life is ordinary in general
Life seeps into me with sameness
Ordinary life for an ordinary me
This what I notice everyday
Life is just life
No surprises
Just another day
Live life in spite of it ordinary ways
Someday to be on top of all that you feel
Finally being able to feel free and breathe.
hollow meadow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
The sun came up with a quiet confidence
It was still chilly but not as cold as yesterday morning
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
Lavender Morning:
The morning after you left me
I lingered too long
in love's haze.
A beautiful lavender shade
spilled across the windows.
I wandered empty spaces
still carrying your outline.
The house remembered you.
The mirrors remembered you.
Even silence
seemed to speak your name.
By nightfall
there were no traces of us left.
Only lavender light
and the strange feeling
that someone had survived
what someone else had lost.
The morning after
you loved me.
hushed thistle
4h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
Ordinary
The moment I rose
and realized
I had a good night's sleep.
I had never thought about it,
but once I noticed,
I couldn't help but cherish
this ordinary blessing—
to rest,
and to wake.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC
my oats hadn't fully soaked up the yoghurt in my overnight oats. great tradgedy, dry mouth, etc.
moonlit thrush
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
everything
everything is ordinary
the way the sun shines like it does every morning
the way the curtain folds like every night
the was 8 lie in my bed and the way i get up
nothing is out of the ordinary
the way my cupboard squeaks and the way my door rattles
nothing has changed
and i doubt it ever will change
everything has become once again so ordinary
i wish for something different
but it wont happen
it cant happen
and i wish it could
tiny shore
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
My rescue cat Harley woke me up to feed him. Purring loudly and rubbing his face on me. He is very vocal and was meowing loudly to make sure he got fed before I did anything else.
warm sparrow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
Life is ordinary in general
Life seeps into me with sameness
Ordinary life for an ordinary me
This what I notice everyday
Life is just life
No surprises
Just another day
Live life in spite of it ordinary ways
Someday to be on top of all that you feel
Finally being able to feel free and breathe.
hollow meadow
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
The sofa's word
This morning when I woke,
I saw a gray stroke.
It's the sofa's soft face,not white,
but like a pigeon in flight.
It might be ordinary, but it's the first thing I saw,
like the pads of my dog's paw.
It brought back memories fresh and raw.
It ripped through my consciousness like a sharp claw.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
god's rays glittering on my eyes,
i thought of good things to come
the people i care about who don't care about me
will have better days to come, regardless
rusted cedar
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
The sun shone through my window,
Casting the room in the brightness that can only be described as morning
The start of a new day is a beautiful thing
Knowing that is the same sun that rose yesterday,
And will rise the same way for hundreds of tomorrows,
Does nothing to reduce the grandness of the small miracle of waking every morn to bear witness
The simplicity of that moment
The beginning of a beginning, yet it doesn’t feel any grander than it need be
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
the sun was beaming
i was posed leaning
of what today can be
what i would be
how the sun continues to change
knowing i remain the same
rusted lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
it’s the thirst of the eye
first thing in the morning
it’s always the light I’m looking for
my favourite: the morning light in summer
the unuttered light of a thought
a comforting presence, my books
a pair of red shoes waiting for me
a green dress waiting for you
so there is the wound of morning
but to see is to forget the name
of what you see
still pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
My sister sleeping in the bed next to me at 4am.
tender porch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
Nothing dramatic,
just the soft return
of a world that keeps
showing up for you.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
First ordinary thing I noticed today,
was a heap of laundry,
the washing machine,
the dishwasher standing right next to it.
Silent now, set to hum
Prepared to serve for the day
How can the ordinary be special?
Or how special can the ordinary be,
If not for their presence in our lives?
Ever so present, just like our breath
We know it is there, keeping us alive.
The ordinary is extraordinarily present
On any ordinary day.
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
the empty mugs on my desk
the unwritten notes
the almosts and what ifs
restless ember
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
There is sand in my hair and
bruises of the boogeyman remain;
violent, violet, vile remains.
A battle was lost, yet again,
the sandman was hung by
the boogeyman.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
brewing coffee
distant pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
soft green
fuzzy white
I noticed my blankets
that kept me warm all night
late birch
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
The sun came up with a quiet confidence
It was still chilly but not as cold as yesterday morning
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC