A meditation on the plain and ordinary aspects of life finds virtue in the unspectacular but also provides some formal dazzleGreyWhat is the nub of such a plain grey day?[br]Does it occupy one? Does it occupy to occupy one?
whether small is beautiful,is grey, is plain?
Or rather conclude we sense withdrawal, or veiling,
a patch, a membrane, or an eyelid hating light?
Does weather occupy some weak remit to mock
the love of movement,colour, contrast –
primitives, and all of us,that wilt and die
without some gorgeous dance or drizzle-dazzle.
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Source: theguardian.com