Monday morning - moody,
arising already annoyed.
Blurred, blaring broody,
diurnal doings destroyed.
Planned precursor perhaps -
Goofy God's game.
Cloudy conscience collapse,
Dearly dreaming dame.
Nothing, no noise,
Lazily lying - late.
Thoughts turn to toys,
Darting dreams deflate.
Going, going, gone,
feelings fading forever.
Yes - you yawn,
silent sentiments sever.
2 comments:
Always avoid alliteration and assonance.
Would it have been better if it was in French?
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