Rainy Days and Mondays
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
Especially if it's on a Monday;
when my smile tends to flip into a frown.
The stinging droplets burn like acid tears,
trickling down my cheeks as I walk to work.
And on Mondays, those drops morph into spears
as I prod ahead, looking like a jerk.
It's strange; on other days without sunlight,
I don't get as upset about the rain.
But on a Monday, it never feels right,
it's like I'm enduring self-imposed pain.
I don't pretend to know why this should be;
but rainy days and Mondays sadden me.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment