i like weird days.

Pennies and dollars.
Dollars and sense.
Today was a cheap day-
it didn’t make cents.

Today was a strange one,
like a duck out of row.
It mixed all my metaphors.
It rained on my snow.

Today smelled so strangely,
like rancid red wine.
It turned normal moonlight
into feisty moonshine.

It made tiny puppies
cry out with joy,
by crumbling my sanity
into a chew toy.

Today was an odd thing,
like a folk-singing flea–
But it evened my life up,
so it didn’t bug me.

Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)
Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)

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I’m sort of fond of the days that don’t even make enough sense to pull a story from them. What about you? Do you like your days of the normal persuasion, or do you like them all wonky?

82 thoughts on “i like weird days.

  1. Geesh, Rara, you’re good at everything! Luvverly Pwem. I don’t know what rancid red wine smells like, though- I never leave the stuff to go off πŸ™‚ I never get days “of a normal persuasion” – they’re always wonky, just like me. Wouldn’t have life any other way!

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    1. Aw, thanks MM. πŸ˜€ I lived on a vineyard so unfortunately I know what all types of bad wines smell like. πŸ˜€ I’m with you… wonky days are the way to go… even though they’re awfully hard to explain to someone else, haha! πŸ˜€

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    1. Thank you, Chess! You know, you went to spam– what’s up with that? I’ve had a lot of legit people going to my spam lately. Anyway, hurrah for the types of day that inspire the best in us– and if that means they are wonky, so be it. πŸ˜€

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  2. Fan-double-tastic:) A folk singing flea! I want to trade days – today was my 54th birthday and I spent it with a 6 AM start in the snow, working for 10 hours. I could have used that flea!

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  3. Loved it ❀ I smiled all the way through, Rara. I get enough wonky days to feel like wonky is the normal persuasion, so I don't mind them. But sometimes, no wonkiness is aaall goodness

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    1. Yay! Thank you, Meka! I’m so glad this was smile-inducing, ha! πŸ˜€ And you’re right… enjoying the non-wonky days is good for the soul, too. πŸ™‚

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  4. Hmmm…firstly..awesome poem!! It was so rawrciously wonky!
    I kinda like my days normal-ish with a dash of wonkiness which does not become a pain in the behind πŸ˜‰

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    1. A little of them both is the way to go– balance is key! πŸ™‚ You are beautiful, by the way, in case no one told you today– I love your gravatar!

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      1. Ahh yes, balance. My daily prayer lol. Thank you for the compliment my lovely one. I’m all blushing and stuff. Lucky you have Dave to tell you how beautiful you are ;
        ) at least he better be!

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        1. I wrote a post once about how balance is my favorite word– and if I absolutely had to tattoo a word to myself, that would be it. πŸ™‚ No worries on the compliment– truth is truth. And yes– Dave does his job and makes sure that I feel beautiful all the time, ha! Or at least, beautiful to Dave. πŸ˜€

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  5. Love your poetry! I have three little humans that run my life. I find it impossible to have ordinary or average days because I am not in control. Even when I pretend that I am. They own me, and they are crazy.

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      1. Yeah, I think they come pre-set to ‘chaos’. Every time I think I’ve got it sorted it’s like that scene in Toy Story 3 where they switch Buzz Lightyear to Spanish. I’m starting all over again in another language!

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        1. Yep, I remember doing that to my parents… and there were 6 of us, if you can imagine, haha! πŸ™‚ As an adult now, I can’t imagine how they functioned… but they survived, somehow magically. πŸ™‚

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            1. Haha, oh man. I’m not cut out to be a mom, but I love stories like that… it makes me so happy that there are other people out there, like you, who are wonderful mothers. πŸ™‚ It’s such a wonderful gift to the world.

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  6. Lovely lovely poem!
    Most of my days are tragically normal — the occasional hour of weirdness is always appreciated, although those are few and far between.

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  7. This reminds me of something my friend Abshir would write, I called him the phantom. He writes both poems and stories with his own loose repatriations and something I refer to as a “personal logic” and they are just as elegant and mystifying with wonderful gens out routine that aren’t always readily apparent.

    ECHO ECHO

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    1. πŸ™‚ I love his name and nickname… does Abshir blog? I often use the phrase “personal logic” as well as “my reality”, haha, since it’s the only real way to explain the nuttiness. πŸ˜‰

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  8. what a pp said about small humans running the show? yeah, that is my life too πŸ™‚ i’d love for things to go smooth (like buttah), but they keep me on my toes. the four legged kids do too πŸ™‚

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    1. Oh those little people. πŸ™‚ My four-legged ones cause all sorts of mischief and were responsible for much of the wonkiness yesterday (and this morning!) which is probably why it went over so well. Today, my little Flash broke a glass and then got stuck in my batman t-shirt trying to run away from the mess. *sigh* I guess there are worse things than being woken up at 6am… I just can never seem to think of them at 6am. πŸ™‚

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  9. When I was young, I was up for anything, anytime. These days not so much. I need order, a schedule, a need to know when, why and how. Once in a while I find the old me, so long as nothing pressing is holding me back and I drop everything to do something out of the ordinary. Thanks for the reminder to drop everything.

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    1. Mooooooonshine! If we ever have a blogging party, we need to make some ‘shine. Unless it’s still illegal, in which case… *looks around* nevermind, πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰

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      1. Shhhhhh……I live in Kentucky. I wouldn’t have to go but a few steps to find someone who knows how to make it. Hell, they make flavored moonshine out here. So I hear…

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        1. Well, I know how to make it. I mean, πŸ˜‰ I would if it was legal which it might be but I’m too lazy to Google it. Flavored moonshine! Now that is something. What sort of flavors, I wonder?

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  10. It is an interesting place we sometimes find ourselves in, where our days are days like any other and we’d love something to mix it up abit. Most of my days follow a routine but within that routine is a never ending sense of excitement as I work with children and you never know what is going to happen next, especially when we play theatre sports.

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    1. Oh yes, with sports and children, there’s always little flairs of the unexpected! I often try to explain to people that I’m not a fan of surprises, but I love the unexpected. It’s a nuance, really, since I live an orderly routined life – but I like that life to be sparkly and spicy! Thank you for reading. πŸ˜€

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      1. It’s those surprises that give us the lift we need in the everyday. I have been kucky in that the kids i work with are clever and make me laugh most of the day.
        And I get pid to do it, how good is that!!!

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  11. I keep asking the universe to send me normal days… and the universe keeps throwing me curves. I think that just means, what I’m getting is normal and I should get used to it. πŸ˜‰
    Not that I’m really complaining, because you know, adventure abounds.

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  12. “Pennies and dollars.
    Dollars and sense.
    Today was a cheap day-
    it didn’t make cents.”

    My Lord, you’re brilliant, Rara.
    Seriously this was “Alice in Wonderland revisited” for our generation.
    Awesome work!

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