What day is this that seeks to find
A thought left out hanging in the dew,
I had put it somewhere safe,
Stuck it with a post it flag
To mark the passing of the days,
That flit by soundlessly
Like butterfly wings
Carried on a sweet scented jasmine breeze.
I think it’s Monday,
Yet it doesn’t seem to be
Like every other Monday that came to find me,
For it is filled with a peace sublime
And dew drips down with a humid sigh,
Sliding down the glass into the tray
Where I thought I had left yesterday.
As the sun awakes I see it there,
All the days stacked like thoughts without a care,
So I dust them off and set them free
And smile as they fly away from me,
Like white origami birds into the sky,
Leaving me with a sense of love
Hanging high as I get up to rise,
A day fresh and new has just begun
And I look beyond at the petite yellow bloom
And sense this moment is just so right
This waking tune,
This Sweet Monday delight.
Oh how I dread Monday’s, or at least I used to dread Monday’s. But I awake this morning before the sun to find grey clouds above, looking quite rainish….my word….but it’s okay, a new day to live and explore and create. A new cool dewy day to be alive as I drink my morning coffee. All is right, all is good and happy Monday to all. Peace and love, K
My mind can be an interesting place, I have fun trying to keep it in check long enough to write worthwhile things….it’s like that “oooh look, shiny things” mentality. I like to keep it in its peaceful box as much as possible. So glad you enjoyed it my friend,
Peace and love, Kim
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I’m loving Monday’s because of the move, no going to work every day…after seventeen years of the same job and the stress of it and the move, it is incredible to wake and know hat for right now, I have no agenda except to walk the pups, take care of my health by walking for 45 minutes round the neighborhood and to just soak in the vitamin D. I’ve been on this strange and incredible journey where I am putting out to the universe everything I expect and it keeps on delivering. Makes me a very grateful girl to say the least.
Enjoying each blessing and spreading the joy and love as I can.
Peace and love to you and (my iPad keeps over riding tHank with Hank….must be a country fan this old iPad) thank you againπKππ«βοΈ
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So lovely. I enjoy how your imagination crafts your poems. It delights me to read them.
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I often dread Mondays too…esp. after a lazy Sunday, lol! I wonder what happened while you were sleeping that inspired such a different view? Remarkable poem..I may come back and read this again NEXT Monday, ha ha! This is something that is rare, to find a day that is usually difficult if not harsh, change to an uplifting and wondrous time…love, Katie.
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I don’t blame you. the only time I dont seem to mind mornings is when Im at the ocean. Must be the lush shush of the waves and those serenading gulls laughing at the winking morning sun π
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Smiling. Looking forward to it. Have a great day.
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Temporary retired, enjoying every minute of it too…every day is Monday and I kind of like it….although I could get used to this very easily. Peace and love, K
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You are most welcome. So glad I could brighten/lighten your day π πK
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Once I’m working again, I’m sure the ugh will return, till then enjoying mornings meandering with coffee and balmy mornings waiting for the sun. Peace and love, K π
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Thanks lonely….so glad you enjoyed it. Gonna love today, ides of March always a favorite of mine. Peace and love, K
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Beautigul. Have a lovely Monday
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Happy (Ugh) Monday to you as well my Friend. New Beginnings for both of us π Joyful time to be alive π
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Thank you for this. =)
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When I was working, Tuesdays were my favorite day. Mondays were hard to get up and get started after a bit of rest over the weekend. On Tuesday everything was going well …. no problems or snags had developed. No piles of paper had accumulated. Wednesday and Thursday = disaster. Fridays brought a satchel of work to be completed over the weekend. π¦
Retired now and everyday is like the Monday in your poem. π
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