Days on a calendar
Marked like landmines
Avoided by eye
Only acknowledged when
Plan making,
A stuttering of a pen
Over a spot on the page,
Anniversaries best left forgotten
Marked by blackened days,
Twisted tops
And silent nights,
While other days sit waiting
Innocent in their tiny squares
Marked by a number,
A day of the week,
A social construct meant
To keep order-
Days to be filled
With sunshine and festivities
A party or perhaps
A wedding or birth,
A sunray finding a way
To overlap the darkness
That had encumbered
A square,
Turning the darkness to gray
And as time passes
And calendars flip
And weekday shifts-
Gray turns to white
To too bright illumination
Following a life
A smile-
That reminds you why
The days continue to fly.
Katrina Thornley is an indie poet often inspired by nature. In June of 2024 she released her 3rd poetry collection, Arcadians: Awakening in Nature. It is available on Amazon.
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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