Gray if you may
the morning today
when it’s Monday is bleak,
remember to keep
your nose on the grindstone;
push forward, deliver
and maybe by Friday
it’s turned into
pink.
A Bleak day by T. C. Steele
For me… the color of this song is grey. Synesthesia, for Susie at toads
September 23, 2019
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Yeppers.. It is to me too. One reason I did not choose it.
I love how this sings
Will make this my weekly mantra.
Yes, I thought it was grey too – so much so that I didn’t want to write about it. You solved that well!
Nice, Bjorn. Makes me literally think of our mornings. Gereally around ten we see the sun, for sure by noon. These last two post tropical storm days we have seen it at sunrise. Orange, Sun and sky.
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That song made me see grey too. Maybe if I put on my rose-coloured glasses I’ll see pink too!
I immediately thought of gray with this song as well. Excellent Bjorn.
Sigh… the blue-collar weekend anticipation. Yes, Monday’s are definetly grey!
Since I retired, Monday’s haven’t been grey so often, but I can relate to this succinct poem with its shift from grey to pink, Björn. Good advice.
Oh those grey Mondays…I’m really feeling it today. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt!!