A little poem of how I live an ordinary day. Shared on dVerse to describe the places we live.
waking to the radio news
children waiting to be Swedes
denied entry by bureaucratic
processes, become apathetic
an ordinary day
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read the morning paper
Hugo Chavez’s death
red shirts on packed streets
while drinking orange juice
an ordinary day
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brush my teeth, deer watching
dark eyes and fuzzy antlers
signalling the end of winter
sunshine singing birds
an ordinary day
bicycling to work
shortcut ‘cross the solid ice
listening to sound of cars
on congested highways
and ordinary day
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my Thursday at work
with overfilled calendar
overlapping meetings
business to be done, maybe
an ordinary day
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locked inside a meeting room
caught in hot discussion
knowing bright sunshine
I’d rather be outside
an ordinary day
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quick glimpse of lunchtime sum
eating with colleagues
back again it’s business calls
urgent emails, Powerpoint
an ordinary day
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but it’s the first day
of the year coming home
while daylight still was left
so actually it’s not
an ordinary day
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March 7, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn. I like this VERY VERY much. What a terrific window into your life. This is one to save for historic posterity. The light is back! Yes. A lady yesterday told me I should move to Sweden. How do you stand the darkness and cold?
We compensate with endless daylight in summer 🙂
oh wow…so you’re bicycling to work over solid ice..this is way cool…this alone would make my day extraordinary… thanks for showing us small snippets of your day..cool to get to know you a bit better
I saw your entry this morning and took notes during the day 🙂
bicycling to work
shortcut ‘cross the solid ice
… you’re brave! I could here the sound of this so clearly, and the nearby traffic.
Yay! The night finally gets shorter.
Not such an ordinary day, Bjorn. Every moment whether lived a million times over does change and we notice something different. Very nicely done. Nice to meet you.
Pamela
Thank you for the prompt. It’s wonderful to share. And I agree nothing is ordinary if you note the details 🙂
that has to be pretty cool cycling on the ice…..i like the balance in this…not all news good, and you get into the grit in the beginning of this a bit….but you dont let that over shadow the day either…
That’s what makes a day ordinary.. A little bit of bad and a little bit good.. 🙂
Wonderful “photo” of your day and thought-provoking. Really, no day is ordinary, is it?
True, you just have to remember the day.. 🙂
Ahh I’m glad you are starting to get home in daylight 🙂
Of course, I know you must have ordinary days, and I don’t know why, but it amuses me that such a poetic mind still deals with the business grind of work (and powerpoints) – as do I!
i think your day is by far not ordinary .. thank you
I have skated on ice, but never yet cycled on it. Yours must be very solid to allow the weight. Exciting to realize the days are now getting longer for you up North as well. We forget how dark your winter is,
Wonderful – yes no day is ordinary when wearing the right lenses. Great repetition underscores the mundane, then something new breaks through. Super good!
Lovely photos and glimpse into your day…don’t know how I would cope with endless daylight or night… not ordinary that’s for sure!
Thanks for the glimpse into your back yard…your day now made a staple of the internet..so not ordinary in that regard 😉 I’d love to visit Sweden and experience the long seasons ..wouldn’t make it over the ice on bicycle tho;)
Even an ordinary day can be extraordinary. I’m intrigued.
An apt and impressive description of both organic and contemporary environments. A lovely read!
I like how “your world” is so populated with the goings-on of the many others around you, near, far, human and natural world. Nice ~ Jason
ordinary and extraordinary. I especially like that you include brushing your teeth after drinking the orange juice!
This is so lovely – and the end practically made me giddy! To ride home in the sun, after the long winter – I can relate to that! I could walk, and cycle, for miles in the first days of spring…
It is Friday here, have a great weekend.
Bjorn: superb! Much thanks.
Really like this – I think what struck me is how much we all live such similar lives, just a few of the details change! K
Clearly, your ordinary days bear no resemblance to mine! I do love northern climes, despite the dark winters. There is a pureness in all that ice!
After reading your ordinary day, I’m so glad to be retired! It sounds like stressville, right up to the last peaceful stanza.
You bring us from metaphorical darkness to real light through the twists and turns of your “ordinary day.” The repetition of those words is especially effective; it forces us to ask, is this – or any other – day really ordinary?
“brush my teeth, deer watching
dark eyes and fuzzy antlers
signalling the end of winter
sunshine singing birds
an ordinary day ”
There’s something beautiful in the ordinary… loved these lines.
my Thursday at work
with overfilled calendar
overlapping meetings
business to be done, maybe
an ordinary day
Eventually it is an ordinary, everyday. But what is important one has a plate full of things to do that makes it different each day! Nicely Bjorn!
Hank