A Very Special Day

Some days are special, some days are extra special.....

A Very Special Day

 

I just knew today

Was somehow  

Kind of special

Having woken

To the slow and

Circular sound

Of our old bronze

Singing bowl being

Played

Somewhere in

The distance  

Of course the faint

Smell of rice mats

From the yard

Sealed it

I knew as soon

As I reached for your

Breakfast biscuits

And found only three

Remained

It would be a very

Special day indeed

You could never

Manage four

Now could you

 

I knew as soon as the

Soft pink Himalayan

Salt flakes glistened

Upon the yolk of

An embellished smile

And heard Cohen playing

On the gramophone

Today would be very

Special

I knew when my

Loser’s medal shone gold

And the bruises were

All gone

It would be a fine day

For so many and

A great day for some

There was just something

About how

The postman whistled

The dog barked and the

C**k crowed

That meant whatever

Happened

Everything would fall

Perfectly and find its own

Rightful place

On this oh’ so very  

Special day of days

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There is an underlying current running through this poem.

My loser's medal shone
And the bruises were gone

Despite the other lines of uplifting content, I felt uneasiness between the lines. Over to you poet.

Chris

[Neville]

that was meant to be an uplifting or should I say raisin, underlying sultana...words eh' who'd write em... ta Chris.... N x