Days Like This

Good piece,I enjoyed it Sunshine.

when the song of a thrush is clear
above the chug of trucks
when satellite dishes shine
like pale midsummer moons
and when last nights chip papers
scatter to the wind like airborn birds

It’s on days like this

Especially liked that part.

I agree with Pinda, this ends beautifully and is successful in throwing the spotlight on the ordinary and mundane.

Thank you Pinda & Drax for commenting. It does end better than it starts doesn't it? Margot

Hi Margot. I love this. I love the way you've used 'on days like this' throughout. It makes your point very strong and love how you've ended it. Great writing. Oh how I wish I could write free verse! Maria x

Lovely poem Margot. Sarah

I think the first stanza is just as strong as the last. You've employed some wonderful imagery again for this piece. I think my inner poet is sulking at the moment because I'm spending more time working on stories. I'm pleased to see yours isn't.

Thank you everyone for positive responses. Mark I empathise with the pressure you've put yourself under - not the same I know but in my work life I write report and funding applications by the dozen, and believe me each demands a creative approach with either fact or aspirations. Whenever I'm busy with either seems I can't effectively do anything else. But your stories will make it worth the sacrifice. Margot

another cherry - well done

Someone asked why this ended the way it does - not making clear 'what' on a day like this. The comment has disappeared but I thought I'd answer anyway. I felt that if I spelled it out it would prevent even a little bit of thought about the contrasts I was making in what on the one hand could be just a gloomy rain sodden day, and on the other a day when there was beauty (trying not to be trite here) if you choose to see it. In this context (i.e. that of our responses to the world around us) the ambiguity is deliberate. It could be describing a state of melancholy, reflection, loss, joy, the pure bliss of existence - or all this and more. The reader chooses I guess. I don't recall who it was who wrote a comment on this site re making the reader do some work - might have been Ewen. Less is more. (I'll probably lose my cherry now!) Margot

Hehe, this really cheered me up! A lovely poem and a well deserved cherry!

Nathan.

Thank you Nathan - glad it cheered you. Margot