Blue Mondays

Blue Mondays

A Poem by Lonesome Traveler

Blue Monday, ever the fright;

damp soggy shoes, dull eminent light.

 

Blue Monday, sinks deep into me,

drags through the gutter, never any fee.

 

Blue Monday, raise up a smile?

Wanting a Friday, so f**k off a while.

 

Blue Monday, battered and bruised,

even the flag run ragged, unfit to be used.

 

Blue Monday, try to drown you in wine.

Whatever I do, it's your day to shine!

© 2013 Lonesome Traveler


Author's Note

Lonesome Traveler
Watching the world go by on a dull Monday afternoon.

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Could be a song! I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lonesome Traveler

11 Years Ago

Thank you :) Well it was slightly inspired by the song Blue Monday by Cat Stevens.
I know how you feel my friend, I feel the same for Mondays, liked the imagery in your poem, go on :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wonderful write

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Blue Monday, sinks deep into me,

drags through the gutter, never any fee.


My faves in this nice poem...:0

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lonesome Traveler

11 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to come and have a look :)
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)
nice write thank you

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonesome Traveler

11 Years Ago

Thank you!
great write...wonderful read...lovely piece.keep writing

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonesome Traveler

11 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Devanshu Rajput

11 Years Ago

your welcome

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Added on January 28, 2013
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Tags: Blues, Monday, Poetry

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Lonesome Traveler
Lonesome Traveler

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Young, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..

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