Numb Mondays of Rain

Oh, numb Mondays of soul! My head reels on thuds of workload ‘s gong these leaden files weigh on drooping arms as pewter rainfall gushes along, to jangle wired veins of my frayed nerves: here, stuffed hours ache for a joyful trot-- oh, numb Mondays of soul! Your drenched blossoms, they answer me not? The train packs an array of wet caps impoverished shadows pleading rest, more agitated than a gale's taps … so I run to find my own reprieve trying to prance on evening's dewed beat; oh, numb Mondays of soul! Give me tunes, my hushaby’s retreat. Rainy Days and Mondays Contest For Silent One 2/22/2018