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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

An Inadequate Keepsake

This is
the best day of my life.

I'm not fooled
by its mundane patina,
its ordinary facade.

It is a golden day
because
it is not a memory
nor a dream.

It is real,
and I am awake,

and this is not
a poem,
but rather
an inadequate keepsake
of an ineffable grandeur.

6 comments:

  1. I love that this is not a poem because it is real alluding to the inexpressible allusions of poetry.

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  2. Today is the best, because it is all we have. Or so they say. *is not convinced*

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  3. oooh Hi Buddah - enjoyed this - loved the build to the last unforgettable two words!

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  4. Oh, I love this simple incantation! I could use this reminder every couple days. Thank you!

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  5. I love the honesty of this poem.

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  6. As always, I love your words and how you string them together to touch the very center of me.

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