BATH NIGHT (VERSION).
Routine rakes our stray delights.
We wrest from sullen Sunday nights
a remnant of the weekend’s ease.
We drag it out, we tipple sips;
the mood inexorably dips
as Monday mugs us by degrees.
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<Deleted User> (13516)
Mon 16th Feb 2015 21:19
Clever. So true. I like it :)
Recalls a time which I've left behind. Thanks for the memory.
Travis Brow
Thu 12th Feb 2015 12:46
I don't mind at all Jackie, anything that whet's your whistle, so to speak. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Hi Travis, loved the poem, it inspired me so much I have shared my own. I hope you don't mind.
Travis Brow
Thu 12th Feb 2015 10:21
Thanks Lea, I aim to make connections with others and see if we're sharing the same experiences.
Thu 12th Feb 2015 09:48
This really captures how I feel on Sunday nights, thanks for sharing :)
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Travis Brow
Wed 18th Feb 2015 06:54
Thank you Jack, thank you Autumn Posey. I've been working on it over the past week or so; it might look different shoud you chance to read it again.