Some days, every word I speak is gold. Other days, I am invisible. Avoided. Some days, I walk on air. Other days, I drown. Some days, I am sure, positive, momentarily happy. Other days, I don't know up from down. What I once saw as a smile, now I am not convinced. What does he or she want? What I once thought of God, I do not know. What I consider beauty is now more than the whites of their eyes. I no longer race to please, I am not jumping as high for the hoops. If I could crawl inside, I would. But what would be there?
You've posed some poignant thoughts and raised some interesting questions in your poem, Sharon. These are the "some days" we all face at times, and thank God it's not all the time. On the down days, nothing seems to click and you just want to go back to bed and start all over again.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2007
We can lose ourself in all those question, I cannot say how many times I have run through those same thoughts. I think you have expressed here what many of us have experienced.
debra
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An interesting reflective ontologic vision... "Some Days" makes its approach to the gates of the nine learning towers.
I salute You, Poet.
Long healthy creative life through a blissful living.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
nice work on this poem.....Art Sun...
Love,
CJ
debra