Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 11 - Monday

Monday's color
is blue as
a bad mood.
Begins a week 
of school or
work.  Even
though I am
retired, I stay
stuck in the mire
of Monday.  I wonder
why I do not see 
Monday as the white
of hope, the yellow
of sunshine, or
the pink of 
a new day.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Monday

  1. Misky says:

    Since retiring, every day seems the same to me, except for Friday which is garbage day, and if I confuse that day with (oh, let’s say) Monday, I’m in deep doo for the week. 😂


  2. Jules says:

    We are so ingrained with scheduling. I admit though that I enjoy my Mondays. Since Covid –
    we’ve been spending every weekend night with family… (our pod & just a tad beyond) – so Monday is a different day of rest. 🙂


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