The Perfect Day

Sitting in the early morning mist

Trying to imagine the perfect day
Reaching for a pen…getting underway

Making a list

This should be child’s play…

The page remains blank
Thoughts can’t seem to get traction
Seems that all tangibility just sank
Sitting motionless…void of action

Instead of moving forward
Visualization is reversing
A physical presence jumps overboard
Into a sea of memories… immersing

Reviewing hundreds of stages
Experiencing and array of days
Yesterdays reiterate joys of all ages
An amalgamation applauded by today

The perfect day can not be manifested
As a single entity
It is constructed by what is invested
Then a wonderful existence is achieved


by Theresa Ann Moore

Comments (11)

i like it, it remembers the joy of having been born long time ago
Bright as the shooting star that exploded the day of her birth An exquisite image to be remembered. Paul Valery, a poet, said that a poem is a holday of mind. This certainly is.
Ravishing beauty in the eyes of poet.........excellent work, i do admire, thanks
She's stepping out of the shadows! What a real poem, and so beautiful in it's own right.
The free and breezy language underscores the charm and congeniality of a lady who has attained (shooting) star status in a grateful poet's eyes.
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