Inspired Bath Night by Travis Brow I thought I would share my own poems on the same theme.

SUNDAY EVENING

Implausible the speed of hours passing,

Where and what were moments souvenirs?

The fruit of freedom turns sour before it is barely tasted,

Clouds with hues of duty threaten the remains of rest.

Garb of education, apparel of toil;

From baskets of interlaced branches they carry knowledge of morning’s woes,

We crush their tidings with metal and steam.

Children play in vats of foam, cleansed of game and drama,

Then placed between fabric and feather to wait for sun’s renewal.

Holding mugs filled with steaming infusion, cushioned and curled,

Drowning out thoughts of morning with boxes of light which shout and distract,

When fingers on the face of time make message,

We rise.

Pressing buttons of darkness and silence,

Climbing mountains with heavy hearts.

A solace is found in the everyday routines of ablution and removal of garment.

We spoon,

We contemplate,

We sleep.

 

MONDAY MORNING

The alarm on my mobile shouts loudly at me,

AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!

I fumble, then stumbling I go for a wee.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

My eyes are unfocussed as I sip at my tea,

SHLRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!

And I blankly look out at the morning TV.

‘BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!!!!!!’

 

I head to the kitchen for breakfast type grub,

NOM, NOM, NOM!!!!!!!

Then go back upstairs to shower and scrub.

SPLASH, SPLOSH!!!!!!!

Spend eternity looking for something to wear,

‘NOPE, NOPE, MAYBE!!!!!!!’

Then head to the mirror and blow-dry my hair.

RRRRHHHHHHMMM!!!!!!!

 

I panic for time as I throw on some slap,

‘OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO BE LATE!!!!!!!’

Push the door closed behind me as I leave in flap.

BANG!!!!!!!

I start the car engine and the radio sings,

‘HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!!!!!!!’

And head off to work to do some work things.