Poetic Inertia
POETIC INERTIA
As dreary working days stagger endlessly on
I’d like to run and reach the friendly Friday
At a speed only the flying time can reckon
For to waiting weekend it paves the pathway.
In the terminal two days of the week I get
Unshared time of my own to be with me
I sit by the window, see the sun rise and set
Write poems however crude these may be.
In routine cycle time takes the week to its end
The poetic inertia carries my mind to the muse
So much it wants the Sunday span to extend
Rendezvous with me doesn’t end while a recluse.
So if on mundane Monday morning rains pour
Within closed doors by the open window I’d stay
Let poems take rains’ silent rhythm to my core
I’d wish days are drowned, Friday comes next day.
February 20. 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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