Poem 757 – Today

Some days we do amazing things:
mend broken hearts, help those in need,
and make the world a better place.

Some days I reach that perfect note,
and find a satisfying rhyme or
fly faster or further on my bike.

Today is not that day.

Today I tarried in my bed,
then read a book and tidied up,
and finally did some shopping.

Enjoyed a mundane day today when nothing exceptional happened. Sometimes that is perfect.
(10.01.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Blaz Photo on Unsplash

Poem 475 – Friday

At the end of the walk
look back at the route,
Retrace your paths
and steps, recall
the twists and turns,
the detours taken.
Remember the views,
and picture the scenes
that stopped your breath
and brought you life.
Recount steep paths,
successfully navigated;
gain strength for those
ongoing climbs.
Rest tired limbs;
the satisfying ache
of journey’s end –
at least for now.
Give thanks for those
who’ve walked with you,
and those you have
accompanied.

Tomorrow will bring more hours and challenges, but for now it’s Friday evening, and time to stop, take stop, and give thanks.
(04.04.25)

© Ben Quant 2025