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.
posted by RC @ 6:20 PM
8 Comments:
i think you've hit it...
monday monday
and it's all after that, until
monday monday
love this one
cheers, harry
ty for the birthday wishes. beatiful poetry you got here. hugs and wishing u well
Thanks,again,Harry.
Thanks,sweet_one4now.
what a beautiful sentiment!
Becky
Thanks,Becky.
This is great!
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.
Thanks,Brian.
Thanks,Andrew.
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