Monday, 14 April 2014

Day 14: Monday Moping

Today's prompt is to write a poem out of twenty questions, however random you like, with the last line not being one. Try as I might, I can't get anything substantial out of it. And besides, I'm too beat by Monday blues to try more. So I'll just write about that:


Monday comes on 
like a lump in the throat.
A mountain at morning,
molehill at night.

Its monotonous maw
opening in a yawn
to swallow life
Heart is a head 

still slumped
on Sunday's shoulders,
unwilling to rise.

Monday, on your marks, get set: No.
The whole week ahead
a marathon
I'm not yet prepared
to run.  

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