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1 year, 6 months, 4 days, 23 minutes.
Calendar pages filled to the brim
With doo-dads
And wrappers
And paddle ball meetings.
Whack
Whack
Whack.
Pages turning
Turning,
With a
Thwack
Thwack
Thwack.
The left is piled high
With pages used up by crosses.
Every day
The right thins out
Like the parchment skin of the dying.
Whack! (Grocery Shopping.)
Whack! (Gym – A.M.)
Whack! (Team Meeting)
Whack! (Weekly Update Email)
Until there are no pages left on the right.
The book is trashed.
Nothing to save
Or take with you.
Just a t r e a d i n g
Year.
Waiting for the tide to go out,
Or rake you over the reef.
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This is really creative!
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The book is trashed.Nothing to saveOr take with you.Just a t r e a d i n gYear.Waiting for the tide to go out,Or rake you over the reef.
This most definitely can sadly be like for the bulk of us. I feel like everything should be done with purpose, and I really amped that in my life because those around me are more of a "means to an end" kind of people and that's a really sad and lonely life.-
I agree completely, glad I was able to communicate that feeling.
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The book is trashed.Nothing to saveOr take with you.Just a t r e a d i n gYear.Waiting for the tide to go out,Or rake you over the reef.
This whole poem is such an interesting way to describe a calendar, but these lines are the most prominent for me. Thanks for sharing!-
Thanks for the feedback Ceara!
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I also often feel like a hamster on a wheel going through the same meaningless routines as I chip away at the calendar one day at a time. I really liked this piece. Great job!
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The flow of this really works in getting the feeling across.
Thank you!