Wednesday 24 October 2012

Poem Of The Day

Poem Of  The Day

 When I was a tow-headed boy in summer camp, I'd send myself to sleep by recreating the full day from reveille to lights out. In my twenties, I made up a simple game for myself. At each day's end, I'd ask myself this question: What were your day's three highlights? I'd try to recall the simplest sensory moments. Later, I started playing it with my wife.

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

Poem Of  The Day

 

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