A calendar, twelve pages long;
a square reminder of yesteryear.
Neither script nor song;
it's a sketch on a thin veneer.
.
Snippets on a month long frame;
dates confirmed, appointments missed.
It's payday, it's an insurance claim,
it's see the doctor, the vet, the therapist.
.
A dozen pages in a sequence of sorts;
a record of 'there we go' and 'here we come'.
A date from which we anchor thoughts;
it's the come again compendium.
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The hatchings, the matchings, the trouble and strife,
The meetings, the greetings, that chronicle life.
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© Tim Grace, 16 December 2010
(Revised: 25 April 2022)
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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