calendar 2015

 

what to make of this unopened timepiece

days   weeks   months

pristine   virginal   untapped potential

 

what to make of time unspent

are these days

meant to be forgotten   can we backdate

 

pencil in a romance   unbury the dead   

schedule a life

is the past past because we say so

 

are these pages of boxes and numerals

nothing more

than ink on paper   mocking us

 

mocking moments unlived   can we not turn

to a day   any day   and start over

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-01 at 04:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting thoughts. Of course, there was a calendar for 2015 which was stuffed as the year transpired, and probably thrown away.
2017-08-02


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, jim
Ken
2017-08-01



Something to think about. What does it all mean? Sometimes I ask myself whether I am in a dream or living my real life. It gets more and more difficult to know. Good poem.
Ashe
2017-08-01