Monday, May 17, 2010

Poem #17

Up too late my head is wrapped in cotton
The weather outside commiserates
With its wooly wet grayness pressing in

Inside the hum of lights, computers, people
Are muted, but persistant
Some days coffee is not enough


secret agent woman said...

I know this feeling too well.

Ananda girl said...

You have captured the very heart of my Monday!

Churlita said...

Perfect. This is so universal.

laura b. said...

Secret: You're a single mom, so I'd be surprised if you didn't.

Ananda: After the weekends you've been having? Yeah!

Churlita: That is the best compliment, thank you!