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Monday Morning
Sky black as ink
as only pre-dawn can be,
Streetlights glow
like cyclopic giraffes.
Silence screams
loudly in my head.
I watch the eyes
blink shut one by one
as the sky reluctantly purples
distant trees' branches
stretch up beseechingly
like a line of worshippers.
Gradually turning hues of grey
as the night retreats at
the start of another day
as only pre-dawn can be,
Streetlights glow
like cyclopic giraffes.
Silence screams
loudly in my head.
I watch the eyes
blink shut one by one
as the sky reluctantly purples
distant trees' branches
stretch up beseechingly
like a line of worshippers.
Gradually turning hues of grey
as the night retreats at
the start of another day
Published 7th Jan 2019
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Monday Morning
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7th Jan 2019 3:26pm
7th Jan 2019 3:36pm
7th Jan 2019 6:31pm
Fantastic write!
Such amazing, in depth descriptions
"Silence screams
loudly in my head.
I watch the eyes
blink shut one by one"
Love this and know this feeling
Excellent piece!👏
Such amazing, in depth descriptions
"Silence screams
loudly in my head.
I watch the eyes
blink shut one by one"
Love this and know this feeling
Excellent piece!👏
Anonymous
- Edited 20th Jan 2019 12:45pm
7th Jan 2019 7:45pm
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Thank you sweet Helen. Mondays without you are invariably blue and just sometimes a little darker :( Dx
Anonymous
- Edited 20th Jan 2019 12:45pm
8th Jan 2019 8:56pm
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8th Jan 2019 11:11am
8th Jan 2019 11:37am
Thank you, for visiting and commenting. Mondays do tend to be a 'blue' day for me. Sometimes that loss and wistful yearning for a certain someone can also be tragically beautiful in it's own right.
10th Jan 2019 9:14pm
My favorite was: Streetlights glow
like cyclopic giraffes. This is friendly. This is the critique: beautifully written as one by one the eyes close. And we must face another day. Kinda glad it was a Monday.
like cyclopic giraffes. This is friendly. This is the critique: beautifully written as one by one the eyes close. And we must face another day. Kinda glad it was a Monday.
12th Jan 2019 11:40am
12th Jan 2019 11:48am
