Monday mourning —
grey
and mostly mundane
I’m drowning,
breath-
less breathing;
gathering my words
and
gardening the weeds,
and sun is lost
to leftovers for dinner.
Still Life by Pieter Aertsen
A short poem written inspired by Avant Gardener by Courtney Barnett and thanks to Marian at toads.
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Oh, wow! Monday Mourning, and…sun is lost to leftovers for dinner… Brilliantly penned, Björn
Yes, this is a favorite for sure!!!
Words, weeds and leftovers make for a very fine poem.
That last line is a great picture.
Monday mourning… I’ve had that a time or two.
You did a great job of capturing the short bursts of wit the are in courtney’s work. Way to go!
Bjorn. I believe you garden the words and pull up the weeds. This is clever, make the best you can with the leftovers, eat them rather than starve, reword as needed, leave as is, or put them on hold to see if they taste better another day.
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I love the title, Björn, and the gathering of words and gardening of weeds.
Mourning… distracting… love.
“breath-
less breathing” … I love this phrase — and the idea of gardening the weeds. The title makes me giggle.
Sorrowful.
Mustn’t forget to breathe
Excellent title! You have captured the essence of a still life painting in your words, not too overt but the undertones carry weight.