The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Out of millions of days,
I have this one
to grab by the throat,
to hike up its cheeky side,
to stare it straight in the eye.
I have this one,
of all the millions,
to take my best shot,
to whisper in its ear,
with honor, that this day,
this one day, will be
one hell of a piece of work.
manufactured by something
greater than myself,
no longer eclipsed by the moon,
will illume my lackluster soul,
I bow now before it ready to begin anew
Today is certainly the most important day..well praised and respected in this tall tree of a poem
and top of the bough to you… if I may go out on a limb here.
The day bows before you as well—and welcomes you! 😉
Whirling All Over
thank you, my mirror, for that reflection.. Randy.
I applaud your words as you appreciate the day. Many thanks for your wisdom.
please, do not mistake wisdom for gratitude or the desire to realize my place.
But if wisdom it is for you, so be it. Thanks, Randy
I see gratitude as a part of wisdom. 🙂
I think now that you are the wise one.. 😉
and I like how you see
That’s very kind of you. 🙂
How few of us think this way. Rather than an opportunity each day is seen by many as but the daily grind.
even a daily grind makes coarse salt palatable…
I say, grind away.
In the inimitable voice of Mae West: A good grind is hard to find.
Thanks for stopping by and chatting, oldegg. I’m happy to hear from you. I always see your “likes”. Thanks,
Good a advice for every day…way to go with the prompt!
thanks. I try to practice what I write and write what I practice. Randy
A certain self-awareness and determination.
every now and Zen… Randy
The one moment … the one day … the here and now! Lovely poem!
how lovely of you to say so right now, this day. Randy
This really grabbed me. That’s all we really have is right now, so make it count. Great message presented here!
always a great message. every day another opportunity.