Yesterday went as all
yesterdays go, into the
never never land of the past
With lopsided memories of
good times
unfortunate times
impossible times
pleasant times
even mundane times
may pop up unannounced.
All categorized and filed
in gauzy memory banks
Taken out and savoured
when nostalgia beckons.
“Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.”
~ Doug Larson, American journalist
(1926 - 2017)
Any other day
could have been filled
with sunshine or raindrops
but today is
not like any other day
even though filled with
the decisions of any other day.
Which mug to fill with tea,
which task to do,
which part of life to live,
which time to be here or there,
which friends and family to enjoy.
Any other day
could have been filled
with sunshine or raindrops
but not the same ones that filled this day.
“Don’t count the days, make the days count.”
~ Muhammad Ali
(1942 ~ 2016)
Dedication to anything is
as a bird in flight
muscles and mind
working in harmony
to get to the nest,
to forage for wants and needs
flying through
rain clouds,
open air,
against hostile winds.
At the end of the day
to rest and sleep
readying for
the next day’s flight.
“Our self-acknowledgement has to be bigger than our fear.”
~ Rod Stryker, author
Otherwise, I would have
let my imagination roll
out a carpet of poetry,
yet the day just lived
didn’t lend itself to such
flights of fancy.
Otherwise, I would have
looked at the raindrops
on green leaves and seen
the mysteries in each
glistening drop of water.
Otherwise, I would have
raised my navy umbrella
to the misty rain that
gently reminded me
of Vancouver Island.
Otherwise, I would have
seen the blackened crust on
my bread as a failure but
the tender inside was delicious,
butter and honey spread thick.
Otherwise, a day will come
when all of these things may
mean nothing to me. For today,
they are the sweet stitches
that hold memories of today.
“I got out of bed on two strong legs.
It might have been otherwise.”
~ Jane Kenyon, Otherwise
*Author’s note: my poetry tonight inspired by
the poem Otherwise by Jane Kenyon
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| Photo today: June 2, 2026 |
This is the day
when I saw
spring lilacs in bloom
in a day
fraught with potholes
a day
when my bread
rose beautifully
a day
when the wind ruined
any semblance of hair style
a day
when music moved
my thoughts to calm.
This is a day
when life was real
and I am grateful.
“It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”
~ Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla
This is the day…..
Otherwise, I would….
Dedication to ……
Any other day….
Yesterday went……
“Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before;
we will never live it again it is the only day we have.”
~ William Arther Ward, author
(1921 ~ 1994)
Until I’ve got it sorted
a choice is merely
a game of ping-pong
in my head ~
worries are like that
until confidence shows up.
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong.
The amount of work is the same.”
~ Carlos Castaneda, Latin American author
