Waving Time

Monday here again
A seventh of my life
To sit and sip
a third coffee
And plan the day
Lord how I'd love to get away
To Summer beach
To count the sea
To ride the seventh wave
Or sit a bareback horse and see
If I can just behave
I'm getting old
The coffee's cold
I still have time to save

Reviews

[Michael G.]

New Monday, with years spent in between. You words still have good meaning.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Great starter for the week. Lyrical and succinct.
Thank you!

[Gandré]

This was richly drawn with simple words you created a compelling meaning! I love your yearning for the moments of the past, they are gone, but the look back makes able to absorbe their relic anew. your poems of this kind always capture my imagination and steal my heart for solitude, freedom and looking inward. loved it. thank you too, for your reflection upon my pieces, much appreciated.

[Arthur Crow]

I fell easily into the mood and dreamscape of this spill.. I can smell the coffee even though it's cold.. better go and make one.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Funny how dreaming of escape makes the moment a little better. Any minute now I'll pour my third cup, too.

xx