Monday

Monday as a person.

She wakes you earlier today,

And fills you with dismay.

She comes weekly,

Never will she be astray.

She creeps meekly.

Though many dislike her,

She can endure,

She is strong.

She sings a song.

One that is important,

Even if some forget.

Monday is the beginning,

With her absent,

You'd miss her grinning.

Reviews

[Gee]

I HATE MONDAYS....and here it is again.
Nicely written, I enjoy a wee bit of rhyming

[N.]

I thinking this piece is genius because it was like you were able to put a face on Monday. It made it more personal the way I looked at perhaps the most weary day of the week.

[Chloe Powell]

Thanks! :) I had originally planned on writing a poem personifying each day of the week but ended up being to busy with my creative writing class to do things that weren't prompted and later graded. I also figured Tuesdays would be hard and got a little lazy, haha.

[N.]

Yeah, Tueday would be hard because most people are very chipper on tuesday ( very annoying). I prefer monday because mostly everyone in tired and quiet, so I think this is why I love your piece

[Chloe Powell]

Makes sense. That's a good way to look at Mondays. They're definitely more peaceful than any other week day, at the same time though, exhaustion is a thing.