One Monday morning

NaPoWriMo day 6...a Monday aubade. Nobody said I couldn't write a villanelle. ;)

One Monday morning let my lover lie
in warmth and comfort of the tousled bed;
the busy bustling world shall pass her by.

Sunny and insistent morning sky
is keeping covers pulled about her head.
One Monday morning let my lover lie.

A sleepy snuggle, smooch upon closed eye,
absolutely nothing need be said.
The busy bustling world shall pass her by.

The toaster ready, coffee standing by
to clear her mind and wash down breakfast bread.
One Monday morning let my lover lie.

There'll come a day when she won't have to try
and keep up with the worker-drones. Instead,
the busy bustling world shall pass her by.

Today, the radio's insistent cry
called her to rise and shower; off she sped.
One Monday morning, let my lover lie;
the busy bustling world shall pass her by.

Reviews

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~~ this poem is as beautiful as the one who inspired it... :)

[Joel M Frye]

Dhan'yavada.

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~~ oh... my God... ~~ i never thought i'd read a Hindi word on your page... and thou art very welcome, monsieur Bear... :)

[Joel M Frye]

Rien, mlle. serah. ;)

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