Monday and Tuesday

things and stuff and such that I was musing over during the week. I wanted it to be Friday, but when Friday got there it didn't feel like Friday. but Friday was okay.

at the poise of my pencil
all thoughts drop from my head
downwards, and then-

Monday-
sustanance is often sweet
and yet again I am at the brink.
no retribution, no compensating,
repeating, repeating repitition,
often quiet but demure and lame.

Tuesday-
harsh resilience
kept flame, stage name,
ringing in my ears
from you punching through,
staring me down, shoving me around
until you repeat the same thing
at me.
why do I even try
to reconnect myself?
I recollect myself
and try to forget.

I wish it was Friday
but it's not here
and if it could be, I'm busy yet.

Author's Note

pic is Sunday by Jay Cougar Prints on deviantart.

Reviews

[Sagar Waingankar]

Wonderfully written! These are some thoughts which just flow across our minds! You did a splendid job! Mostly people hardly think about it!