Marvelous Days

by on November 2, 2014 :: 0 comments

Mundane, yet marvelous
These days, these hours
These distasteful diversions
They, too, have taste to
Broaden the palate
Bring each day to light
To linger on the tongue

Learning is limned
In my luminous limitations
These shackles adorn me
Then, cold splash, face slap
They warn me –
Alive be, awake!
“Should the night
My soul to take”

Quotidian quiescence
Stupefies
Effort’s required
To open sleepy eyes
The day is bright
The hours ahead, right
And rightly met

These are marvelous days

editors note: 'tis marvelous days indeed when our Poetry Editor puts on his porkpie hat & prances thru our poetry forum speakin' upon the pompitous of keepin’ that eternal party goin’! - jo

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