The Work Week
Poetry sleeps until noon
It never uses an alarm
It leaves crumbs
when it eats in bed
and only uses real butter
Poetry goes out without make-up
It’s rarely recognized
It likes to people watch
and ride on subways
It’s lonely in a crowd
Colleen Redman __________dVerse Poets Pub
Read another poem from this series HERE.
August 6th, 2013 2:45 pm
Not sure why I have to sign in for comments on your site today. But it makes me list stuff. Oh, Well, I am hoping that this comment about how great this poem is…reaches you!
August 6th, 2013 5:11 pm
it is lonely in the crowd,
but ever watching, for sure
love that it only uses real butter too.
ha.
this is cool….
August 6th, 2013 8:25 pm
OK, on butter- YES! love everything about this poem! And I think it is quite accurate.
August 7th, 2013 1:25 am
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, this exquisite Poem!!! And REAL Butter! YES! Of course!
August 7th, 2013 2:11 am
You nailed it. Love it.
August 7th, 2013 6:23 am
Poetry is just itself and be damned with what other people think! Yes, of course, that’s exactly how it should be. Very witty poem.
August 8th, 2013 1:27 pm
Dang, my poetry awakens me at 4 AM and won’t let me go back to sleep (though at the moment he seems to be hibernating).
August 9th, 2013 8:45 pm
I love this 🙂
August 13th, 2013 12:25 pm
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