Just Another Day

Just Another Day

A Poem by BrightEyes
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- yeah, not so much

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Icicles hang from trees and bushes
And coat the lane and car
The connection will not hold
As the ice plays havoc with towers
Upon the mountaintops
There are things yet to be done
With no way to get out
The television holds no distraction
As only holiday specials play
Leaving me  too much time to think
Too much time to feel
Backing me into that proverbial corner
My back against the wall, trapped
Nothing left to  do but wait
And think, and feel
Until the promised  warmth arrives
Allowing the usual distractions
Shifting the gears of my thoughts
Turning the tide of emotions
So that just  maybe I can convince myself
That it is just another day

 

© 2008 BrightEyes


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"Shifting the gears of my thoughts
Turning the tide of emotions
So that just maybe I can convince myself
That it is just another day"

Depressive that was, and hides many meanings in it's corners!
You expressed a mood of destructive routine and induced other elements and influences in it...

Good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"Shifting the gears of my thoughts
Turning the tide of emotions
So that just maybe I can convince myself
That it is just another day"

Depressive that was, and hides many meanings in it's corners!
You expressed a mood of destructive routine and induced other elements and influences in it...

Good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Which reminds me of my Christmas spent at the local pub.......I feel you.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awww, this is so sad. I hate feeling this way, especially in the winter because it's on the inside and on the outside.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My friend, I hope the holidays turn out to be better than you ever expected!

Merry Christmas!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The promised warmth... of eggnog with spiced rum? The clinking of glasses, people drunk, and falling on their asses?

We are all too sentimental, building up too much sediment on our mental, leaving us to wonder if being sentient means being this oddly mental... perhaps if we were squirrels, spending our days trying to find one more nut, instead of... instead of... no, I think not...

It is just another day, just like one of the rest... it will come and go, like they always come and go... you just have to do what you have to do... and no, I am sorry - I have tried, but I just cannot find anything that sounds good... not one thing at all... cause it is just another day, and by the time I find something good to say - the day will have already gone on its way...

So cheer up, so smile, and remember - it could be worse... cause the Raves and Steelers could be playing football again, and I'm not sure you could take another loss just yet... ;p

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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This is not my favorite Frost poem, but it is my first Frost poem. Dropped within another book I was reading at age 9, I never forgot it. While I wrote short stories at the time, it was my inspirati.. more..

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