Ode to the Calander – for dVerse

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Calender poetry

Calender poetry



Tightly packed
like passengers
in morning
rush-hour subway
smelling damp wool
from the November
drizzle.
Or like the articles
in my morning paper
of death,
torture
in domestic slavery
and celebrity
trivialities.

Meetings to reiterate
what’s already
decided by
circumstances
outside my control.
Squeezing a
sliver of lunch-tray
calories,
leaves me
full and tired.

Together
we’re marched
like prisoners
towards the gate
of unbooked
freedom.

At end of day,
when I
can leave my
calendar to
a subconscious
mind,
I write the protocols
in my dreams
of action points
filling up
my calendar
for yet another
day.

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Today at dVerse Poetics Victoria wants us to consider the calender in any form. I choose to write an Ode yet again. The bar opens at 3PM EST.
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November 23, 2013

31 responses to “Ode to the Calander – for dVerse”

  1. how cool…a calendar poem that is written into the calendar…hey.. i should start doing that at my calendar at work…smiles… i often steal away during lunch break for a little walk – to get some fresh air…smiles.. oy and ugh on the protocol writing in your dreams…

  3. ha. yes. we are jiving a bit…love the visual in the poem packed in the calendar…oy…and days we squeeze in a few calories at lunch…and call it lunch..ha…yes…wish i could leave campus at lunch…we do have a pretty good crowd of teachers though that hang out at lunch and stress relieve…smiles….

  5. Ah, sometimes those entries in a calendar are fully packed indeed…and one is a slave to a calendar all day until finally the end of the day comes and a person can break free! And relax!!

  8. I enjoyed the cool presentation, except your calendar looks a bit too much like mine, packed. And I wish I could “leave my / calendar to
    a subconscious / mind” more easily.

  9. A few of us are retired, and we pay ourselves to mostly do those things we love, like writing & reading other people’s poetry. This is clever, with the actual transcription on the calendar, but the continuation of the Ode dVerse FFA prompt, illustrating how the Neruda form flows down the pages the way that week days flow into weekends, and months crammed with planning peel off like labels on cans of vegetables; nice job, sir (hey, I squeezed the Viking calendar into my poem today, so dig it).

  11. Yes, I went odic again too. Not to Scotland though. Wonder about the calories: weight watching?
    Like the calendar as lay-out idea.

  12. Isn’t it just like that, we fill up our calendar for the next day, before even this one is done. Tough work, living in the present. I loved the presentation as well 🙂

  14. Rather backhand ode to Time–praises sung by its servant. The days of “unbooked freedom” become more appealing every, uh, day.

  20. Love that you’ve written your calender poem written in a calender. Such busy lives are not good…
    Anna :o]

  22. so much that goes on in our every day – so much to fill – anticipate ~ our time hardly ours anymore to call our own ~ for us (and I did love the silver tray of calories) nicely done BR.

  24. I know you are so busy with work yet find time to write…release the flow of words within you. Am feeling frustrated for not yet finding the new balance in my days. If my digital clocks did not show me the day, I’d have no clue and, unless a dr’s appt, no need to know the day. But I used live every minute by the calendar with lack of memory and a full schedule.

  25. It’s hard to squeeze into a monthly calendar all the events, meetings, notes on future plans…nice to see a break of a few days in there for a vacation. I hope you revise it some

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