Calendar

[pax]

Calendar

Slash the days and mark them gone,
overturned, useless as broken pots,
until the day of dawning,
breaking, beautiful panic
and a kiss for the ground.

A pen is a knife and the dates of paper
bleed with black X's that mark the waiting.
Tattoo February, March, April
with pirate etchings, tear gladly
the departed months, pile them up

like the chaff from a bumper crop of time.
The day is surely coming, says the Lord.
Yea, the day is surely coming, say I in reply.

 

[lazarus]

you've taken a simple act and blown it up into three seperate stanzas with some great descriptions and metaphor.

haunting, very well done. "beautiful panic", "tattoo...with pirate etchings" standout words, and a great conclusion

 

[ZeroDude]

You've managed to say so much is a very short piece, yet the concept behind it al,l is near epic in stature. All of that and everything Laz said as well makes this an amazing piece of work