Another Day

a simple little love poem

The day your fossilized heart

comes back to life, can never be

just another day. You do not

trespass at night onto the grounds

of ancient temples with uncontrolled

desire to secretly add someone’s

name to stone registries, on just

any day; nor could it be just any name

that you first speak aloud to the

heavens, and then carve with so

many prayers, so many fears.

 

On another day, you might not have

noticed that little extra something

special about him or her; it had to

be the right day. Not a perfect day,

not even a necessarily unusual day.

Just an extraordinary day. The day

your tender inner heart decided to

split open its chrysalis, and unfurl

itself with its most fragile of wings

exposed to the winds and storms of

the world. An unprecedented act of

personal courage on an otherwise

ordinary day. Somewhere from

within those routes you travel

every day, you stopped to notice

something new,

on that particular day.

 

This could not have been provoked

by just anyone. Maybe only a select

few. Nine billion souls wander this

world, and of them, my heart chose you.

To let in. Take risks. An extraordinary

man, on just another day. Yet for the

courage of pioneers and scientists and

maybe even the gamblers that our

parents never dared to know- that day

turned into the kind of day where yes,

you do enter ancient temples, and write

each other’s names in that registry of

the world’s greatest stories. The world’s

most lived days. If you do not find

yourself breaking a few rules, you

do not yet know the power

of this kind of day.

Reviews

[charlie]

"...it had to be the right day. Not a perfect day,
not even a necessarily unusual day.
Just an extraordinary day..."

These lines stand out large to me. Your "simple little love poem" speaks of the uncanny - which is very often overlooked, or else over-romanticised. But here it seems spoken of in such a way that Oberon and Titania cause suspicion, but then, you never mentioned any names, (and if anyone asks, neither did I). You just brought me in to eavesdrop on your uncloudy thoughts, and it was a very nice, extraordinary, day in there. Great writing.