random’s hour

seek the magic in random’s cause

random‘s hour

i am here among bedazzled days of yesterday
finding a random universe smile
if ever there was a day to celebrate
i would call randomness passed a mile
if you see the nature of its force
it’s beauty in unpredictable minutiae
the veer of its flavor coloring your day
you shall know without the least bit of favor
the random waits for you in its own hour.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

no perhaps Em!

your diagnosis smiles brightly on a patient of the random. wheverever i photograph a landscape scene i often ask myself what random forces caused this land mass to manifest.
i felt a wonderful tickle in your response as though poetic soul embraced me.

regards,
al

[emmajoy]

Random = casual, unplanned, unexpected: sudden smiles, an unexptected glimpse of a beautiful moment, opaque fluttering moths' wings caught by a dart of ligh? Casual minutiae given without fee, without demand or exchange. Your words - if I've understood even a smidge of them, inspire gratefulness for even the teeniest beam of unexpected delight. Perhaps?

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks E!

whenever i photograph i wonder about all the random events that caused this wonderful scene.

regards,
al

[Einstein Noodle]

especially those random acts of kindness ;) what a refreshing idea ..your poem on randomness ..
E.