Imprisoned Days

We stand the days in rows
of numbered cells
and make them
state their names.

At their feet
we scrawl our plans,
as if we put them
in their mouths.

Doctor Appt. 4 pm
may in truth
be Flat Tire 3:47.

The past says little more.

Last Tuesday’s
high temperature of 37
I wrote
and remembered.

The lunch menu
and office conversation
I did not
and forgot.

When we look away
the days leave their cells
and run wild.
===
.
For Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

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14 thoughts on “Imprisoned Days

  1. Those last lines really got me Matt–had to read the whole thing again–excellent personification, mingling of trivial and significant, physical and mental images…and how we do or don’t give importance, but it changes nothing.

  2. “Doctor Appt. 4 pm
    may in truth
    be Flat Tire 3:47”
    Were you with me last week? 😉 Only, it was the dentist at 4 and an accident at 3:40. Still, close enough.
    Awesome closing verse.

  3. You made me smile! Such a surprising poem I thought it was going to take a different path but the calendar days in rows and the details being lost through time are wonderfully done! We get lost in the details of our cell blocked days don’t we… loved the double meanings! 🙂

    I especially liked your last stanza —
    When we look away
    the days leave their cells
    and run wild

    Thanks!

  4. oh, that ending is just fabulous… and yes, caused me to shift and re-read…
    that time is such a trickster. sometimes, i think we should close that book and run wild with them.

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