Monday Is For The Birds

Standing at the back door
I watch the moon die
in the first glares of dawn.

Swirling cream in my coffee
I drug myself with enough
caffeine to exorcise lethargy.

Bone weary from lists
of all I must do, I bend
my will into procrastination

long enough to listen
to the birds greet Monday
as if it could never disappoint.
  

©Susie Clevenger 2014

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Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Bone weary from lists
of all I must do...

This sounds like me at about 8.30 this morning when I realized how much I had to do this week.
September 15, 2014 at 2:54 PM
brudberg said…
I love to bend my will to procrastination too.. :-) at least to listen to the bird song a little while
September 15, 2014 at 3:18 PM
De Jackson said…
I know this feeling well. Well said.
September 15, 2014 at 6:42 PM
kaykuala said…
As long it does not overwhelm and cause schedule disruptions! Nicely Susie!

Hank
September 15, 2014 at 8:54 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
Every now and then, our will does need a little talking too... and a little bending... If not, we never get to do any living.

*listens to the birds*
September 15, 2014 at 9:08 PM
Anonymous said…
Maybe if we're very good we'll come back as birds, and leave to others the lists. Amen.
September 16, 2014 at 4:15 AM
Grandmother Mary said…
A moment to greet the birds and hear their song that being trumps doing despite our culture's inexorable demands. I love this tribute to quiet stollen moments.
September 16, 2014 at 5:08 AM
Marian said…
i feel like this on thursday. wait, it's thursday already!
September 18, 2014 at 6:21 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I feel the pain.....my To Do list is longer than the rest of my life is likely to be! Hee hee.
September 18, 2014 at 1:50 PM
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