An objective examination
of a sight so familiar
that we don’t ‘see’ it any more
sometimes comes as a shock.
When did all the paint peel off
those window frames?
How come I didn’t notice
all these potholes?
When did these ugly bins arrive?
Why haven’t they repaired that crack?
Oh please take me back
to my beloved village street,
to the comforting beauty
We Write Poems suggests we search our imagination and find something that we see as beautiful…. but others might regard as ugly.