Monday Blunderland
As I awoke to the sound of my alarm, I look at my clock – and scream! Now, I’ve never been taken in by morning’s charm, I much prefer night with perchance to dream. But on this morning, on this date, As I stare, digital numbers glaring at me. I realize that I’m late, I’m late, With no time even for a cup of Irish tea. My clock it seems jumped out of hand, As out of bed jumped me, myself, and I. I felt like I’d entered into Blunderland, My clock was an hour long with no reason why. As I rushed through my broken daybreak, I knew I’d be late to work, there was no other way, I questioned how my clock could forsake, When suddenly, it was explained in a word – Monday! ©Donna M. Monnig Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write an aubade, which is essentially a morning poem dealing with dawn and/or daybreak. Also, the prompt suggested making it into a Monday poem seeing as it’s Monday. (This is a mostly true story by the way!) What’s your best (or worst) Monday story?
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I hate it when that happens! My Monday last week happened on a Wednesday. Donna, you’ve inspired me to be poetic about it myself (which is good because I need a poem for class tomorrow anyway). So, here’s my Monday-on-a-Wednesday poem:
Wednesday morning dawned beautifully bright.
I wakened with a smile.
But my brain knew something was terribly wrong…
I pondered it a while.
Realization dawned terribly bright:
My paper, it was due
Not at the hour when I’d awoken
But the hour before. I knew
This teacher was ever so strict
“Get it in on time!”
I raced out the door at top speed
Not e’en stopping to dine.
I skidded into the library lab,
I still had to print it!
I ran it out, tapping my feet,
Then up the stairs I sprinted.
I stood panting outside her office,
Worried about my paper.
I hadn’t had time to edit it…!
(I always do that later).
I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head
Time for that was gone.
My cotton-mouth improving,
I went in without a plan.
Handing in my paper late
Was very hard to do.
I made my excuses, apologized,
And waited, my face all gloom.
By some unforeseen miracle,
(And I’m pretty sure she giggled)
She accepted my paper, penalty-free!
I never would have figured!
Leaving the office, light and free
My hands shaking like leaves
From running? Excitement? Not eating? Who knows?
But right then, I needed a drink…
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I love it! I’m so glad that I could be part of the inspiration for such a great poem … and it counts for homework too? Awesome! (And I can so relate to that last line right now … 🙂
Thanks for sharing your poem! (It better get an A+ tomorrow.)
God Bless,
Donna
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It got 7 out of 8 points. He it seemed anti-climactic…
But hey, I’ll take it!
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Nice poem and I can actually relate, although not on Mondays, because I have Mondays off from work, so they are good for me and sometimes I actually sleep in. 🙂
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Thanks!
Once upon a time I had Monday’s off – I miss those days! Sleeping in is always good too …
God Bless,
Donna
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Don’t you just hate it when that happens?? Great piece, I really enjoyed it 🙂
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Monday’s … what can we do?
Thanks so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
God Bless,
Donna
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