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.
I love that this is not a poem because it is real alluding to the inexpressible allusions of poetry.
ReplyDeleteToday is the best, because it is all we have. Or so they say. *is not convinced*
ReplyDeleteoooh Hi Buddah - enjoyed this - loved the build to the last unforgettable two words!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this simple incantation! I could use this reminder every couple days. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI love the honesty of this poem.
ReplyDeleteAs always, I love your words and how you string them together to touch the very center of me.
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