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Oh Monday
by Amie GoldaYou used to be the extra
Breath of fresh air I needed
When the weekend was not enough
And the sun was in cahoots with the moon and the clocks
In making my weekdays drag on without end
'Til they were melded together in a mesh of busyness
Like gummy bears left in a hot car too long.
The day I slept in from all the world's ills,
The day of redeeming what brain cells I had lost,
So I could jump off from your springboard and dive into another week
Where ambition will drive me to the house of passion
And adrenaline's all I would need to keep from
Running my ship aground before it's too early.
But now you lay on me, like so thick an irony,
A heavy milestone of dread
Ever marring my passion,
Ever barring my adrenaline
from picking up its pace and redeeming me sane,
And I am left wishing you never come around.
02/01/2010 Author's Note: Need I repeat the cliche? Oh what the hell, let's: I HATE MONDAYS
Posted on 02/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 02/01/10 at 08:40 AM ha. and here it is, ready for harvest once again |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/01/10 at 05:00 PM This is fantastic! I think we were both up at the crack of Monday - writing and posting... oh... H-E-Double hockey sticks, I hate Monday's too... ~N |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/01/10 at 05:13 PM For some reason, reading this reminded me of that scene in Conan the Barbarian -where he's chained to the stone wheel and has to push it around and around and around all day -it's the epitome of "same s#!t different day." |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/01/10 at 06:24 PM This is like my favorite saying- another day; another atrocity- good write; thanks for sharing! |
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