Chicano Poet

Thursday, November 16, 2006


Monday, Monday

My mother died on a Monday, Monday,
now once a week there’s a Monday, Monday.
Sunday, and then it’s Monday, Monday.

Tuesday, and it was just yesterday, yesterday.
Wednesday, and it was just two days ago
and it was just two days ago.

Thursday, and it was just three days ago.
Friday, and it was just four days ago
and it was just four days ago.

Saturday, and it’s only two days till Monday, Monday.
Sunday, and then it’s Monday, Monday.
My mother died on a Monday, Monday.

8 Comments:

At 10:11 PM, Blogger harry k stammer said...

i think you've hit it...

monday monday

and it's all after that, until

monday monday



love this one
cheers, harry

 
At 3:59 AM, Blogger sweet_one4now said...

ty for the birthday wishes. beatiful poetry you got here. hugs and wishing u well

 
At 1:15 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,again,Harry.
Thanks,sweet_one4now.

 
At 11:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a beautiful sentiment!
Becky

 
At 5:20 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Becky.

 
At 12:36 PM, Blogger Brian Boutwell said...

This is great!

 
At 3:59 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love poems that can use little more than listing and repetition to create an overpowering emotional effect. It's like in "Smoke" when Harvey Keitel takes a photo of the same streetcorner every day, and William Hurt says that they are all the same, and Keitel says that he should slow down and look at them, and then Hurt sees a picture of his dead wife.

 
At 12:33 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Brian.

Thanks,Andrew.

 

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