Where’s Prufrock? Monday Monday

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Settle down Monday,
don’t push or crowd
or cut in line.

Be patient
while I brush up
before your sun cups

me round and round.
I’ll tie my shoes later
after coffee spoons

have measured me.
Monday, a click track
of existence, set

a pace down
between these lungs.
I will breathe a grace,

give thanks,
and skip
a beat or three.

Peach in the sink

 

 

 

 

I dare you…

Read a poem today. It doesn’t have to be T.S. Elliot’s Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, but it’s not a bad place to land on a Monday.

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3 responses to “Where’s Prufrock? Monday Monday”

  1. Jerry Angeletti Avatar
    Jerry Angeletti

    Great poem Jerry. It is good to calm our minds and enjoy the beauty of our surroundings, especially our loved ones. The day will be anxious enough in itself.
    Prufrock: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, commonly known as Prufrock, is a poem by the American poet, T. S. Eliot.

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      Jerry

      Thanks for stopping in Jerry. See you soon.

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  2. claudia Avatar
    claudia

    skipping a beat or three and breathing grace…a good thing…and much needed on some mondays…ha

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