Waking every morning
all very boring.
Sipping, watching out the window
as nature’s ghosts chirping,
on tree branches sitting just so.
Neighbor in stocking feet shuffles out
picking up new day’s paper.
Shoots rubber band, that’s what it’s all about.
Everything I see starting a new day
actually boring, not at all.
Smiling quiet I think I’ll stay.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by RubyTuesday.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?