Just realized that this month is national poetry month! I’m a little behind but feels good to get back into the groove of writing.
Morning Before Monday
The sounds of Maroon Five’s consonances
coupled with the sun’s serenity washes over me.
A timid melodic breeze awakens the leaves outside,
which tells me that I too am awake and alive.
The image I see through my window fills me with a sense
of peace and solitude that someone loves but will never have.
In a moment my mind will remind me of obligations
that I have yet to oblige to despite having days to do it.
Shortly after, a quiet melody will force me to pick up my phone
and check my email filled with verbiage and deadlines.
When I go to wash my face, the cold water will stimulate
my pores and cells that will remove my tranquility.
For now though, I lie awake and stare at the ceiling.
Staring at its cream color, I dream of a day where
I can forever be on cloud nine and relinquish my strain.
Right now, it is the morning before Monday and I rise.
A point in life where stability is no longer a foreign word-
oh how wonderful would that be in my dictionary.