Monday, July 6, 2009

POEM: calendar girl

It felt like Tuesday all day
though it was only Monday
how many moments
have fallen behind, lost

where do they go?

I wish time flowed like water
instead of fits and stops

I wish there was at least one day
that matched the calendar
in my head


Chuck Dilmore said...

so many numbers
in this life...

sometimes it's easier
just saying: it's july.
and let that suffice.

july. my healing month.
august. my strengthening moon.
september. i am whole and new, somehow.

you get the idea.
'cause you get me.

~Tessa~Scoffs said...

I love the idea of this poem. Oftentimes on Monday evenings I say, "Monday's are so long it feels like Tuesday already."