The perfect day sits in old photographs
on mantlepieces and console tables
but it was never really perfect.
Moments of it may have been,
but marred by irritating blips
that we choose to forget.
We coloured in the rest
in shades of rose,
boasted the day
was flawless.
(cont.) BUT NOW....I have to nudge PH MORE to let me edit my August showcase to get poems borrowed from other members into my showcase; I'm having troubles there. : (
(cont.) So, NOW, I've ratee it 5 stars *****, which often is a 'ticket' eventually into one of my usually-monthly showcases (see my list of poems) . Thanks, Ruth. (cont.)
(cont.) But when I came to this poem's page I was shocked to find I'd not rated it for stars yet. Maybe Ruth had not authorized PH to allow readers to rate is previously? ? (cont.)
I found that I'd recently made this a favorite and I was going to [and will] use this in my August showcase to replace another whose author did not want me to use hers. (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the physical appearance of the arrangement of the poem's lines no its page. I THINK i'VE ALREADY left comments another day, but PH is slow sometimes in taking orders from members! : )