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Monday, September 15, 2014

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


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.

Björn Rudberg said...

I love to bend my will to procrastination too.. :-) at least to listen to the bird song a little while

De said...

I know this feeling well. Well said.

kaykuala said...

As long it does not overwhelm and cause schedule disruptions! Nicely Susie!


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*

blueoran said...

Maybe if we're very good we'll come back as birds, and leave to others the lists. Amen.

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.

Marian said...

i feel like this on thursday. wait, it's thursday already!

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.

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