poem of the day January 24

The genie of simplicity

was hiding

in an old bottle

full of clutter

It was so stained

with time

that rubbing

both sides

of the bottle

did nothing

but shine

a light on the inside 

of eager temptations

Everyone gathered around

with dream nets

hoping to catch

a thrill or two

And when the cork 

finally popped

bubbles began

to escape into

all sorts of desires

causing a wild 

feeding frenzy until

there was nothing

or nobody left to catch 

It was only then

the genie of simplicity

slipped out of the bottle

undetected in a house

that did not know 

the simple art of waiting