A Very Special Day
A Very Special Day
I just knew today
was somehow
kind of special
Having woken
to the slow and
circular sound
of our old bronze
singing bowl being
played ..
Somewhere in
the distance
of course, the faint
smell of rice mats
from the yard
sealed it ..
I knew as soon
as I reached for your
breakfast biscuits
and found only three
remained ..
It would be a very
special day indeed ..
You could never
manage four
now could you ..
I knew as soon as the
soft pink Himalayan
salt flakes glistened ..
Upon the yolk of
an embellished smile
and heard Cohen playing
on the gramophone ..
Today would be very
special ..
I knew when my
loser’s medal shone gold
and the bruises were
all gone ..
It would be a fine day
for so many and
a great day for some ..
There was just something
about how
the postman whistled,
the dog barked and the
cock crowed
That meant whatever
happened ..
Everything would fall
perfectly and find its own
rightful place
On this oh’ so very
special day of days ...
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Wow Neville this is truly lovely. I felt the beautiful light of a perfect morning as I read this. I have one of those bowls by the way, I could hear it chime :)
This also made me think of perfect mornings when my husband was alive. I would sometimes wake up to him playing the piano downstairs. So I would just lay listening, whilst soaking up the morning. Which I felt from your piece. Wonderful descriptive poem my friend
Gwen x
they are indeed something else aren't they .. singing bowls that is .. and thank you for sharing those most marvelous of recollections Gwen .. if these words did indeed play a role in teasing them back to your consciousness, if only for a moment, then they have done their job and done it better than I might otherwise have hoped for ...... ..................... and my thank you is most surely a serious understatement, Neville :) x