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
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