Monday Morning, a Loop Sonnet

Monday morning slowly waking Waking to a drizzly rain Rain that comes down ever whispering Whispering, time to wake again! Again my mind’s ever churning Churning with thoughts of the day Day of poetry and yearning Yearning for what I must say. Say in words what I am feeling Feeling in this early morn Morn with my words ever forming Forming… a new format born! Born by chance I can’t deny Deny ‘tis useless, I must try!