This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets
With some words from the song of the same name by the Velvet Underground & Nico
...the sounds of Sunday kicking into gear ‒
celesta grooves like bird-song through your brain,
composing all the pieces that remain,
unmaking themes of restlessness and fear.
But doubt and paranoia reappear
despite the lull of Nico’s last refrain,
that small insistent itch occurs again ‒
Watch out! The world needs just another beer!
The morning slides into a muddy mist
with rivulets, not torrents, at its core.
The afternoon a myth of lips unkissed
that broken-hearted wanderers explore.
But evening shyly seeks another tryst
as Monday rolls the wheel around once more...
RJT
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