A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day

A Poem by linear
"

A Very special day

"

It was a normal summers day in england

warm, humid with dark rain clouds gathering

 

The forcast had said a few scattered showers

I had cancelled my meetings for the day

 

And so decided to drive to one of the many stately homes

to dream of how life used to be for the lucky few

 

The rain started in a light flurry

but now seemed like a torrent lashing the leaves of the willow tree's

 

So I drove south, windscreen wipers a blur

as I passed through Trafford the rain eased, the sun once quite hidden

now shone

 

A small park to my left, is not the place I meant to go

but nevertheless stopped

 

It was a lovely park

flower gardens, secluded abours, and a band was playing

 

I sat and listened to the old time music

watching children play

 

Cabbage White's and the occasional red fluttered in and out of my vision

the sun was warm, the day beautiful

 

People clapping at the end of each tune

the quiet sound of chattering folk

 

All was so peaceful

I sat there listening, taking as much as possible in

 

When a voice said "Linear that's you!"

An elderly man stood over me, smiling and nodding his head

 

"Yes" I said thats my name

"Oh please come and play for the People won't you?"

 

"I'm sorry I dont play anymore"

"Nonesense I saw you only two weeks ago at the Royal, you brought the house down"

 

I can't say why I played

but I did

 

My fingers flew as my music drew the crowds to the pavillion

they say I always play well, but that afternoon

I played the best I had ever played

 

Alas the dark clouds rolled in

it was time to leave the first few drops of rain could be felt

 

I drove home feeling so content, so happy

lying in bed that night I lived through the day again, fell asleep dreaming of it

 

Linear slept that night, never waking to the sound of early morning birds

nor by the the evening rain

 

It had been his most perfect day

the only thing missing was he had no one to share it with

 

 

© 2012 linear


Author's Note

linear
John Rylands was a very insightful man

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hmm... how was john rylands an insightful man? sorry I haven't heard of him... linear played again on such a perfect day, what was the instrument? piano? it felt like a release for me, it was blissful, like the music just flowed from your body, you were inspired by the beauty all around you, and it's just one of those moments where everything fell into place and you felt how special it all was. except it was missing one vital component, I can understand that feeling...

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hmm... how was john rylands an insightful man? sorry I haven't heard of him... linear played again on such a perfect day, what was the instrument? piano? it felt like a release for me, it was blissful, like the music just flowed from your body, you were inspired by the beauty all around you, and it's just one of those moments where everything fell into place and you felt how special it all was. except it was missing one vital component, I can understand that feeling...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It sounds so very peaceful , a perfect day, beautifully expressed, I felt light just reading it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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