Celebrating a Year

week 82 ~ it passed almost without notice

with 45 comments

it passed almost without notice
the most perfect day of my life
unremarked unlike days of strife
that yield a sonnet or two bliss
carries itself lightly you miss
its importance at first now I
try to find words to explain why
the memory of a child’s laughter
a lover’s smile persist after
the unheeded blink of an eye

Written by mairmusic

May 12, 2010 at 1:59 pm

Posted in decima, May

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45 Responses

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  1. Yes, we do tend to miss the best moments, or take them for granted.

    Here’s to bliss going a bit heaver than usual, and us drinking it in and never thirsting again.

    Jannie Funster

    May 12, 2010 at 2:23 pm

    • sounds like a plan!

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 2:25 pm

  2. we remember those moments only after they pass and then keep wondering if only we had noticed…
    well penned…

    Rajlakshmi

    May 12, 2010 at 3:25 pm

    • thanks for reading!

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 3:45 pm

  3. only if one loses everything,
    one starts to remember and cherish…
    life is a learning process…
    Happy Wednesday!
    You Deserve The Nomination!

    Ji

    May 12, 2010 at 3:53 pm

    • Thank you– I appreciate so much all you do for poetry with your blog!

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 3:59 pm

  4. Those moment seem to persist because they are beautiful moments and beautiful things are hardly left ignored.

    Emmanuel Ibok

    May 12, 2010 at 4:27 pm

    • Yes, but it is so easy to let them slip away unnoticed…

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 4:45 pm

  5. Those moments should be cherished, but rarely are.
    Nicely done.

    anthonynorth

    May 12, 2010 at 5:13 pm

    • Thanks– trying to honor the unsung.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 6:34 pm

  6. ah, but you snatched it snatched up to keep as a treasure in your words…

    brian

    May 12, 2010 at 5:52 pm

    • Yep– it’s all we can do since time appears to be a continuum.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 6:33 pm

  7. a lovely poem , times elapses but the sweet memories persist.well done.

    wordwand

    May 12, 2010 at 6:24 pm

    • if only one could go back…

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 6:29 pm

  8. Beautiful. Those are the things that warm the heart. My poem is published now!

    suzicate

    May 12, 2010 at 7:05 pm

    • thanks! I’ll fly right over.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 10:12 pm

  9. beautiful poetry.
    I enjoyed this

    Artswebshow

    May 12, 2010 at 7:59 pm

    • thanks! it makes me happy too.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 10:16 pm

  10. the beautiful things in life always seem to past as soon as it came.. beautiful poem

    oinky

    May 12, 2010 at 9:39 pm

    • and we miss them, but they can still make us happy.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 10:18 pm

  11. In the Rally, you are a breath of fresh air..I love this….and truly appreciate your work..great self potrait…

    Mine is here
    Happy Sensational Wednesday!
    hugs
    shakira

    shakira

    May 12, 2010 at 10:26 pm

    • Thanks, Shakira! I appreciate your words.

      mairmusic

      May 12, 2010 at 10:29 pm

  12. I’m new to your blog, but once here, I found myself reading though several past posts. The poem in this post is truly lovely. Are the photographs ours? They are captivating.

    Thanks for stopping by my place. I really appreciate it!

    Patti

    May 12, 2010 at 11:48 pm

    • Thanks! Yes– the photos are mine. I carry my camera around in my pocket most days.

      mairmusic

      May 13, 2010 at 7:35 am

  13. Never been here before, but it looks familiar and cozy.
    I like how this blog looks and feels.
    You transmit your world beautifully.

    tremorofadroplet

    May 13, 2010 at 3:16 am

    • Thanks! It’s a calm spot in my hectic life.

      mairmusic

      May 13, 2010 at 7:37 am

  14. Oh how perfect Mair. Really made me think. Great self reflection

    shanellis

    May 13, 2010 at 3:48 am

    • Thanks– the rhymed form seems to help me untwist brain knots.

      mairmusic

      May 13, 2010 at 7:39 am

  15. That’s the way it is most times….
    Your poem was nicely delivered…

    For your eyes: http://ediomoudofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-blood-i-cry.html

    Ediomo Udofia

    May 13, 2010 at 6:16 am

    • Thank you. I was just reflecting on that very fact.

      mairmusic

      May 13, 2010 at 7:41 am

  16. How lovely to see someone writing in the traditional forms; I’m still grappling with my first sestina…villanelles, rondeaux and pantoums are my favourites. Thank you for visiting my blog – I’m very new to this, so apologies for not reciprocating sooner!

    gonecycling

    May 13, 2010 at 7:38 am

    • The reflection in formal verse is a balm to my soul. I’ve written sonnets for years, but am jut exploring the rest. the decima– which this poem is– is my new favorite. Don’t know the pantoum– I’ll have to look it up!

      mairmusic

      May 13, 2010 at 7:44 am

  17. sounds like dream.

    trisha

    May 13, 2010 at 9:11 am

  18. http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/13/the-celebrate-poet-of-april-award-announcement-for-nomination/

    Please feel free to nominate fellow poets for April Celebrate Poetry award.
    Many thanks!

    Ji

    May 13, 2010 at 2:24 pm

  19. this is so expressive… and sooo true… :)

    ishabelle

    May 13, 2010 at 3:38 pm

    • Thanks & yes, unfortunately it is.

      mairmusic

      May 15, 2010 at 1:38 pm

  20. That was just beautiful. Your perfect moment caught and recognized. A special gift. A special day in its just existing. We all need to note those days better. Thanks. Visiting from Jingle’s Rally

    Katherine

    May 13, 2010 at 9:39 pm

    • Thanks, Katherine! I’m in the rally too :-)

      mairmusic

      May 15, 2010 at 1:39 pm

  21. I really, really like this Mair. The way you have formatted the lines, the way they trickle along, adds to the meaning of the poem so well. The last line, unheeded blink of an eye, while it describes the content of what you’re doing, it also describes the poem itself, which gracefully went by in the unheeded blink of an eye. Great work here, well thought out.

    Anna

    May 18, 2010 at 10:18 am

    • Thanks so much for reading and your astute comments!

      mairmusic

      May 18, 2010 at 10:48 am

  22. perfect days usually do- slip away unnoticed.

    trisha

    October 22, 2010 at 9:42 am


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