Just A Day
by Myrna D Badgerow
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Sometimes we are given the most glorious days...a tribute to the gift
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Just A Day
It was not special, or marked as a date
Of significance, not red-circled
For the forgetful,
No card shopping or stamp required.
It was just a day in November.
Just a day....
With skies painted that unbelievable blue
Of remembered summers,
Leaves dancing in gold and crimson glory,
A day when grass seemed greener, almost spring-like,
One last preening before frost
Laid its shivering cloak,
Birds warbling, feeling a need to finish
Every song, hit every note...clearly mocking
Winter and its coming silence,
And the air, so crisp and clean, a breath of season,
Carrier of vibrant dreams and pungent autumn.
It was just a day...
But it was perfect... it was November.
And for that moment
It was the only day in existence
That ever mattered.
November 2006
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
11/7/2006 |
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You and I have talked about, 'Good and great' days. These words make it impossible for others to attempt to describe such phenomenon. Reading it, I hear your voice, and its impact is deeper, and I want to weep. Your poetry comes from depths which few of us are able to reach. Take care of that wonderful and special gift.
-Bill
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
11/5/2006 |
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Myrna
Stunning work that captures the reader, and draws us into the delightful and tangible atmosphere of your eloquent words..
Blessings
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford |
11/5/2006 |
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You've made just a day an extraordinary day Myrna. The beauty of your poem makes me more aware. I find myself looking more for the beauty of the moment.
Much love,
Marcia |
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| Reviewed by Susan Sonnen |
11/5/2006 |
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| lovely, Myrna, so very lovely |
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