there are days,
I remember tossing out
of that side broken window.
I can't recall the contents of those days.
I have gone out numerous times
to pick up those days,
however, someone else has taken them-
maybe reused after dusting.
"now that window is mended
I want the days back in their proper place"
40 comments:
I'm all for recycling days when things didn't work out.
What a lovely piece! I can't say what I like best - thanks for sharing!
but once tossed you cant get them back...
Ooh, this has got me thinking.
This is the work great thought.
Don't we all want some of them back? And we do get them in some nature by writing poems, like this one that others can reuse in thought and response. Always a fan, Gautami,
Elizabeth
Love the words Gautami..yeah want those days back..maybe wouldnt toss em out this time over.
Lovely. Like this line - "I can't recall the contents of those days".
Contents have to be very beautiful..else why should one pick them up...and you were tossing because you found the next better...well done Gautami..
Gautami...?
Thare are many days that I'd like back!
Very thoughtful and pensive My Friend.
Excellent 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
I too, would like back some days, excellent poem, Gautami.
Pamela
Guess it's like killing time.
I like your broken window.
what a vivid image to perfectly convey that idea. all those days in a heap with shards of glass beneath the window.
They are what they are.
May the days be returned to you in far better condition than the first time around.
Perhaps they will return to read your words... they would be wise to do so!
Unfortuantely, sometimes we can't get back things we've tossed out.
Interesting 55, Gautami!
we wish to relive life, yet we never know if you have other option, what result that decision will lead to...
recycling days is a novel idea! I love your writing!
Reused after dusting gives me this mental image of a maid in the middle of the room waving a feather duster around at thin air.
Most of my days are a tossed blur too, dusted ane perhaps reused by smiling ones I never actually met.
So many mysteries.
So many days to come, ones of wonder and light.
xoox
I loved this. Thank you for the thoughts.
You always write so well...doesn't matter what the word count is!
Ha. I like that one. :)
Loved this, Gautami. I've also tossed lots of days through my own carelessness or sense of immortality, as though days would always be in plentiful supply. Hope someone else DID use them, because I sure squandered them!
A giggle for you:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/08/you-said-it/
Amy
I love the idea of tossing some days out.
Got me thinking, too!
wonderful concept!
do we forget what we reject? is the rejected taken? I really like what you did with this.
Lovely.
An excellent poem! I'd like a batch of my days back, too.
The first three lines are riveting. I love this poem.
what wonderful imagery of the days !!
wow !
great thought..here is my poetic 55... a dream she is... a kiss seals it...
Someone is Special
Funny how things seem so important at the time and then we forget about what really happened as time passes... great piece!
~laurie
Great take on the prompt of the broken window. It's as if the days were broken too, tossed away. The regret in this poem is haunting.
I adore this one, tightly woven and well-said.
Such an interesting way to look at it.
Ah the one thing one can never get back - time.
Ha!clever. Well done. Enjoyed this one.
This is lovely...the last line perfect :)
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