Can you see poetry in your daily surroundings?

A poem can be inspired by anything, mobile phone, mug of coffee, the words 'interest free', an advert on the radio or COVID check in at the service station door. I have written poems about all these things.

Here's one:

COVID Check-In

One after the other

Customers enter

By automatic door,

Some do COVID check in,

Mobile aligned with QR code,

Others can't be bothered,

Or fear phone tracing

Is excuse for Big Brother

To keep track

Of our every movement.

And the follow up poem:

Is COVID Check In Tracking Us?

Some say COVID check in

Is really to keep track

Of the common man,

I actually don't care

If the authorities know

I've been to Coles

Twice this week,

Had my hair cut

And consumed four lattes

Since Sunday,

Nothing to hide,

Don't need to conceal anything.

Poetry is everywhere.

Its art,so any word can assemble itself to be a poem.

Find that it's everywhere within mostly philosophical,physical and emotional realm,however,doesn't mean it can't exist in spiritual,mental and physical realm either.Its everywhere in the five senses,due to descriptions of exquisite detail.When one either writes or read poetry(in my case,listen to music),the 5 senses(sight,sound,smell,touch,feel) are all within art,and poetry is no further exception.Just takes time to appreciate its beauty,once it appears,figure i would give my two cents on this topic.

I’ve been working on this poem for a while.... it refers to a pile of dust accumulated after I swept my room.

The Wings

There amongst petite piles of dirt and chink

Lay a couple of translucent wings

Stealing slices of sunlight they winked

Bedazzled evanescent opulent gems

Lay a couple of translucent wings

Flimsy in blundering gawky hands

Bedazzled évanescent opulent gems

Whose silvery form shadowed many a land

Flimsy in blundering gawky hands

Swept up and filched by quick witted wind

Whose silver form shadowed many a land

Whose sinuous secrets to me did sing