On MondaysI’m ill preparedto carry the detailsof our affair.Other days, I’ll sailwave to swell, hardto tell where my lovemeets your shore.But Monday roars inunawares. I swearI can hear your voicein the cormorant’s call.
Poem #18 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.
I agree Monday is for the birds... :)
ReplyDeleteOther 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...
It's like the storm force of Monday separates cormorant and nest. This force is a new idea for me!
ReplyDeleteGreat title, wonderfully focused and composed. Not a word wasted. I like this a great deal...nicely penned.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredible - "your voice in the cormorant's call." Wowzers, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteVoice like a cormorant's call is quite a description! I like the efficiency of this poem and its images.
ReplyDeleteI love this one! So true, on Mondays the wings do not work the same!
ReplyDeleteI love your poem~
loved the internal rhymes in this piece
ReplyDeleteLove it...Mondays for me are much the same as other days...I don't hit the pavement though...
ReplyDeletea good Monday poem ~
ReplyDeletetell me why i don't like Mondays. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is just top drawer poetry, Marian. Anyone wants to disagree, send them to me.
ReplyDelete:) well, thank you! i like this one, too.
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