Where’s Prufrock? Monday Monday

Settle down Monday,
don’t push or crowd
or cut in line.

Be patient
while I brush up
before your sun cups

me round and round.
I’ll tie my shoes later
after coffee spoons

have measured me.
Monday, a click track
of existence, set

a pace down
between these lungs.
I will breathe a grace,

give thanks,
and skip
a beat or three.

Peach in the sink





I dare you…

Read a poem today. It doesn’t have to be T.S. Elliot’s Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, but it’s not a bad place to land on a Monday.

3 thoughts on “Where’s Prufrock? Monday Monday

  1. Great poem Jerry. It is good to calm our minds and enjoy the beauty of our surroundings, especially our loved ones. The day will be anxious enough in itself.
    Prufrock: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, commonly known as Prufrock, is a poem by the American poet, T. S. Eliot.

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