I just wrote this, and it sort of hit me- nice thread idea. Be lyrical. Be thoughtful. Write of the day. This day. Here’s my take on the day.
**The day lays ripe and glorious before me, a succulent morsel to be tasted bit by bit, until one is gorged with the beauty of the light and the scent of the breeze. **
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Can it be? My dreams are coming true! Best day ever!
Understatement!
Nothing compares to the love we share!
Terrific! A wedding!
Feeling tired and bleary, a little bit cross,
I’ve an ache in my eye, but it’s fine.
I’ll make waffles and coffee, and warm up a bottle
And hold my son in my arms.
And a long while later, when the rain’s on a break,
I’ll take the dog out for a walk.
We’ll pass by the house where the Rottweiler lives,
And send him a few cheery barks.
Twelve hours between times, I’ll spend with the paper,
or online with the Web and the news.
Stop to eat lunch, and play with the dog,
And hold my son in my arms.
yet
another
day
wasted
on
the
net
and
my
grades
fall
down
Swept away, was I, in the arms of this Beloved. In the splendor of the dawn, I came and awake, we shared of our souls together between a lover’s kiss, multiplied by heaven. I breathed in the scent of him and breathed out with sweet caresses, an idea of love that hath healed all my worldly wounds. He is my truth, this man, and I cherish the gifts he brings to my life. He loves me gently, he loves me fiercely… he has found me and brought me to light. Each moment with him is never enough and the gentle ache we both experience when apart, reveals the depths of what we share.
This day was spent in love and laughter, with time alone together and time with friends who have found their own light in the sometimes dark of this world. I can think of nothing finer than sharing a day like this with him.
There once was a girl called Cinnamon
who clocked in at work and said, “Hmm, I’m in.”
Making drink after drink,
she started to think
“Tomorrow, I’ll be back to begin again.”
At Starbucks she works pulling shots
for many local office robots
“The more coffee they drink,”
she often did think,
“the more likely they’ll end up with the trots!”
But, oh, how she did love her job
making lattes for the nine AM mob.
And with a smile and a wink
you might rightly think
Like you, she’s just a damn coffee snob.
Silly me, I could have sworn the thread title was:
“Be limerickal, and share your day.” 
Here are all the good things I have to say about today:
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I suppose I’ll be the one to post the obligatory haiku.
Today I awoke
A new day to revel in?
No - spring break is done!
I thought it was fantastic. Especially “There once was a girl called Cinnamon; who clocked in at work and said, ‘Hmm, I’m in.’”
Excellent.
I’m not clever enough for limericks, I’ll have to do a haiku:
Infatuation
Feels like something really real
What am I doing?