“What day is it,?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne
Midweek Motif ~
One Day in the Life of ...
. . . a person? a place? a thing?
Make a poem.
“Choose the least important day in your life. It will be important enough.”
― Thornton Wilder, Our Town
― Thornton Wilder, Our Town
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening
throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell.
This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that
the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.”
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
. . . . (Read the rest HERE at The Poetry Foundation)
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I tried to be cheery but I guess this comes close to the Thornton Wilder quote.. :~ thank you for the prompt however!
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting, Jae Rose,and for your insightful comment on my poem.
DeleteGood Morning, Poets United. May your imagination flourish today! I posted a poem and then started another about one day in the life of a street corner. The sky may not be a limit on this prompt. Looking forward to your poems and comments. Love, Susan
ReplyDeleteLove the quote from Winnie The Pooh !
ReplyDeleteYes, my favorite day, too, now that I've grown a little wiser than to let the down-the-road goal dominate all.
DeleteMy favourite quote from Winnie!
DeleteHi Susan, added a tiny one for today's wonderful prompt :)
ReplyDeletePerfectr, Sumana. A lovely day to you.
DeleteWhat a good prompt. I think I may use it again in the future. Thanks Susan.
ReplyDeletePlease do, Myrna! Glad to see your post today.
DeletePooh & Piglet got me all excited - I used to draw them often.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan today is a special day.
Yes it is, Leslie! One person's birthday is another's unbirthday--but you were present at the one you celebrate today. Happy 21.
DeleteI went to see your poem again and it was gone! Sad. O. Write me?
DeleteThis is an intriguing prompt. I have been busy all day, and am working on a poem arising from my trip.........I will write to this one, but it might not happen till tomorrow. Have to disengage my brain circuitry from the current poem. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI'll look forward to it, Sherry.
DeleteThis was fun!
ReplyDeleteMine is up at: http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2014/10/23/one-day-in-the-life-of-murphy/
very nice prompt Susan..my internet service was slow ..it looks like i have linked it twice..sorry for the inconvenience..thank you
ReplyDeleteNo problem. Love your poem and didn't mind reading it twice. I may leave it ...
DeleteAnother prompt that serendipitously dovetails with what else I'm writing! Delighted to join in again.
ReplyDeleteOh, Rosemary! Bless you for bringing such a special poem.
DeleteHey Sherry! Rosemary! Susan!
ReplyDeleteI have been kind of under a gun lately, so have been very slow returning comments, but will get back to people this weekend. Hope all is well. k.
All is well here. Please do not stay under a gun! Take care of yourself.
DeleteHello, I'm late...sorry. Below is my memory of pilgrimage we took with group of children in 1989 yr. in educational frames to Poland, Chenstohova....
ReplyDeleteA real pilgrimage! How about that! I read the poem first without knowing its setting. Happy that you posted t!
DeleteThat's all folks! Bring yourself and your poems over to our open poetry pantry Sunday!
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