That day of days

Issue #88 of your inbox poetry magazine

That day, that day, that fateful day of days
- I'd strayed so far from my familiar land -
'twas then when you wandered into my gaze,
my life till then was done, came to an end.

That day, that day, that fateful day of days
your presence occupied my thoughts since then -
my being filled with all-consuming rays
the sun could only wish to send.

That day, that day, that fateful day of days,
I won life, all imaginable ways.

Seventeen years ago this week, I found myself in a place I did not completely voluntarily chose to be. It had something to do with a yearly company trip and career perspectives of those who chose not to travel along. Sure, it would be fun. I had some fun colleagues, the weather was good at our destination and I was still young. Nevertheless, it would not be the first destination I would choose.

There, in that unlikely place for me to be, I was suddenly struck by lightning. Not the bad kind, but the I-am-one-in-a-million-kind. There she was, someone who was also in that place because of a choice someone else had made. Imagine that. We found each other then, are now the proud parents of two amazing kids and travel mostly to places of our own choosing. Just not on the day I am publishing this. But that’s okay. You have to play the hand you’re dealt. And if you give it your best, you could end up playing very well or being lucky. Or both.

So, this one is for my special someone, my muse, the love of my life. Please do me a favor: find your special someone, or anyone you love, and give them a loving hug.

Read on for Something to listen to and Poetry elsewhere.

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Something to listen to

Have you listened to our podcast? The latest episode continues the conversation with Larissa and Kelly of Poetry Trapper Keeper:

This week we’re sharing a new playlist. It’s May, now and here’s an eclectic soundscape collected for you with poetic love:

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Poetry elsewhere

There is nothing I don’t like about this poem. The imagery, the rhythm, the message. I love it all. Now read for yourself, the poem Palace of the Past.

In this issue of her newsletter, Amy Myers shares about the things she listens to at night. Sounds of danger are part of that. Amy has the unique capacity to turn that into beautiful and sweet poetry. Read What I Listen for at Night.

Only the poets at Poetry Trapper Keeper - yes, the ones that have also been guests in my podcast - can successfully combine NFTs and guillotines in one poem. Read Bonne nouvelle bitches to see how.