Routine. A poem by O.T. Park

Hard to appreciate the mundane
Until routine is forced to cease.
The rupture shows its value; a frame
on which to hang our joys. A release
in the form of unthinking conformity
To the learned habits of a lifetime.
When this scaffolding fails and falls –
Time reveals its endless enormity
and the narrowness of our design.


O.T. Park lives and works in Guildford, in the U.K. He has had poems published in Eye Flash Poetry and The Cannon’s Mouth.

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