Jeff Rich Poet Quatrain

Monday Morning

Three strikes on the snooze button
Then unwilling, still dark within,
I step out to stretch my stiff back
and you tell me - time to wake up.

This day I might return to bed;
Other days I will trudge to work.
But the self is the task today:
Verse, rest, reflection, dreaming on

These shards that dwell within my mind,
The unbuilt felt magnificence,
Looming over the central square
Announcing their will to be built.

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Poet Destroyer A September 12, 2010 at 7:02 PM sounds very painful, Jeff,lol, to wake up so early. Sorry, but it's been a long time since i had to wake up so early, or had some snooze go off on me. Well your day if very a good cause, i suppppppose. Enjoyed your poem,..LeeAnn