A Special Day

Each time it comes around I search for words,
for what is just one day in every year,
that reveals itself in several iterations:
some bring celebration, some a tear;

some can bring together lasting friends
and then surprise you when you feel them sway
your otherwise unshaken disposition;
then some will come like any other day

and make you feel you sort of wish there would
be someone, who could make it otherwise;
bring you flowers, take you somewhere special,
for a picnic with some birds and butterflies.

Perhaps they will prepare a special meal,
the one you always relish, come what may;
command your sense of duty take a rest,
allow you to indulge yourself all day.

But, come the day, when someone says I love you
and brings a cup of tea for you in bed
and says this is your day, do as you will
doesn’t this mean just as much instead?

© 2013 John Anstie

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About PoetJanstie

As a young man, John was fit and sporting. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family and pursuing a career, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a blogger and poet. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-five year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three singing groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices; a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club) and a mixed barbershop quartet, Needle & Fred. He is also a would be (once upon a time) photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is autobiographical and very often pins his colours to the mast. In 2013, he completed an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of nine poets, who met on Twitter. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle.
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4 Responses to A Special Day

  1. claudia says:

    oh those special days…mostly it’s the little things that make them unforgettable…it certainly doesn’t need big parties…a cup of tea by someone you love…that sounds perfect

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    • PoetJanstie says:

      Its good to find someone who thinks the same way as I do, Claudia, and thanks for dropping by. This poem wasn’t really intended to be appraised, I just put it thee as a personal wish for someone special.

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  2. Reading your poem I feel silence in my head. I feel how the thoughts stand still. Time you stopped. There is nothing else but your poem’ s echo.
    Magdalena

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    • PoetJanstie says:

      That’s a very interesting comment, Magda. If I understand you correctly, the poem has had a rather uncertain effect on your senses; it’s impact is somewhat equivocal?

      It was written, of course, for one particular person on their birthday and panders to their particular favourite things, so I didn’t actually expect any comments here, but I appreciate your kindness in reading and commenting.

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