Still Life (by Peter Elliott)

Poem 14 of 27 in "Be Meditated"

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I gaze intently at my jacket
Draped uniquely cross a chair
While outside the open window
A song bird sings

I watch its folds, Their rise and fall
Sunlight reflecting Off a wall

Could it be That I am seeing
The essence of Its very being?

It's hanging grace Simplicity
Devoid of any Mystery

All in all I wonder why
On this day it should catch And hold my eye

---(Peter Elliott)---

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