11.18.2013

Monday Is For The Birds

On Mondays
I’m ill prepared
to carry the details
of our affair.

Other days, I’ll sail
wave to swell, hard
to tell where my love
meets your shore.

But Monday roars in
unawares. I swear
I can hear your voice
in the cormorant’s call.

Poem #18 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.

12 comments:

  1. I agree Monday is for the birds... :)

    Other days, I’ll sail
    wave to swell, hard
    to tell where my love
    meets your shore.

    I like these days much better...

    great poem.. I enjoyed it...

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  2. It's like the storm force of Monday separates cormorant and nest. This force is a new idea for me!

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  3. Great title, wonderfully focused and composed. Not a word wasted. I like this a great deal...nicely penned.

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  4. This is incredible - "your voice in the cormorant's call." Wowzers, kiddo!

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  5. Voice like a cormorant's call is quite a description! I like the efficiency of this poem and its images.

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  6. I love this one! So true, on Mondays the wings do not work the same!
    I love your poem~

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  7. loved the internal rhymes in this piece

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  8. Love it...Mondays for me are much the same as other days...I don't hit the pavement though...

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  9. tell me why i don't like Mondays. :)

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  10. This is just top drawer poetry, Marian. Anyone wants to disagree, send them to me.

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    1. :) well, thank you! i like this one, too.

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