My body knows it’s Sunday

My body knows it’s Sunday
My couch calls out my name
Garfield curls up on my lap
Fatigue will now be tamed.

Three chunks of ice slide in
They float like my burnt wits
Parched lips receive salvation
That stubborn thought now quits.

I pen a rhyme of mischief -
A shoutout to a flame
I hope she does not read it
The moon whispered her name.

My body knows it’s Sunday
I’ll grill some dreams for lunch
My inbox will stay silent
While on Angelou I’ll munch.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

This has cool written ALL over it! Wait! I do believe I hear my couch calling my name! ; )

[SleeplessVolcano]

Hey, if you write something fantastic on the couch, I'll take some credit....:P

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, ok, deal!

[barleygirl]

This is brilliant! One of those rare poems reflecting brightness even in the midst of a ho-hum day! You describe the everyday details in a way that's really witty & entertaining, while letting your words soak in a bath of ennui. Many hidden treasures to be found: especially stanza 3 & then Angelou at the end -- so clever! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[SleeplessVolcano]

Tx Margie...:) oohhh...yes, we tend to have more ho-hum days than "mountain-top" ones, right? But I guess our words will guide us to find treasures, if we are patiently diligent :) Ahhh...letting words soak in a bath - now that's an image! Also, not just ANY kind of bath....one of those old ball and claw Victorian ones....:)

[poetgurl]

I pen a rhyme of mischief -
A shoutout to a flame
I hope she does not read it
The moon whispered her name.

LOVE this part, this is so well written

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Jane for your encouraging comment..:)

[G.W. Saitreux]

Quite a fun poem that shows off a surprising capability of strong syntax methods. Thanks for sharing this delightful read.

[SleeplessVolcano]

WH....Thanks for reviewing...I still felt as if the "story" did not quite finish in the last stanza, but then, I always feel like that...:)