Another day gone
Just like yesterday
Getting up
Going to bed
With nothing in-between
The nothing not important
Sleep does not come
Why get up
For nothing?
An empty mind
For an empty day
Think hard
There could be
Something more
Than nothing
Something to give
Some meaning
To the day
Something to help
Turn simple existence
Into glorious life
Nothing comes to mind
Just another day gone
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2017 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Just got back from three beach days on Maui. This is a poem I wrote back in February this year. Not so good, but am using it as a filler until something better comes along!
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Thanks Martina,
can't wait to read your poem!
Now it is time to catch up on my sleep.
I really like this! My mind is ticking
Thanks PD, as long as your mind is ticking, it is all good!
Hard to imagine you only started writing poetry this year, Fred. Your poem reminds me of my early retirement period when the dread of a routine life was getting to me and had to leave. Miami of all places. You put it so well for those of us who've been there!
Thanks Seek! We all go through these periods, but then, suddenly, the sun comes out, and life is good! Are you still in Miami? If yes, hope you made it allright!!!
No left Miami a year and a half ago. Still have friends there though. Regardless, thanks for the thought.
The muse will return soon, as it has with these words.
Mahalo Goldfinch, as she always does, she might go on vacation once in a while, but eventually she'll be back!
Ta-dah! And so you 'Turn simple existence, Into glorious life'. But how? Why, another of your fine poems appeared, that's how! heehee. Will flattery get me everywhere?!
You already know that flattery will get you everywhere, anytime, Orchidee! Thank you for reading and commenting.
Thornton Wilder's award winning play "Our Town", a production of which I'm currently participating in, focuses beautifully on the appreciation of every moment of life as we live it, including the 'mundane' moments, which are only fully appreciated after death.
Understandably hard to appreciate though after beach days on Maui!
Wow, Louis, you are not only a gifted writer, but also an actor? Do you sing and play as well?
Used to sing, but my voice is shot. Only played the ukulele.
I guess everyone relates to this I know I do , nicely expressed
Thanks WL! But then we do have glorious days to make up for these slow ones!
Thank goodness lol
These days all to frequent when your prime is past. 'with nothing in between, the nothing not important' kind of says it all. Well crafted for the subject.
Thanks da!
"Think hard
There could be
Something more
Than nothing"
Reading your poem is something good to do, that is what I am doing now.
M&M, if reading my poem is 'something good to do', then I am really feeling sorry for you! You should read your own, that would be a lot better!!!
I have not written for several days. Nothing in my mind.
It's called 'recharging the batteries'!
I have a slow charger.
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