What think you of a serious Monday poem?

Question

Oak leaves still, silent.

Infant sunlight too young

Yet...

Aging, growing stronger.

Hours put spurs to the

Wind...

Clouds banish blue.

Noon leaves tic tac,

Tic tac...

It begins.

Afternoon crashes.

Hammers ring, growl...

Thunder...

Oak leaves rage the

Atlas-rough

Trunk...

Twilight angels

Wash wings of

Silence...

Monday is complete.

Answer 1

I like them little hard candy breath mint thingies too.

Answer 2

i dont

Answer 3

This one will have to do as Monday has come and gone.

There is poetic justice when you stomp on the red ants....especially the ones that go "crunch".

Answer 4

I do not like Mondays.

Answer 5

Good Morning/,Afternoon.

I Understand the Meaning of your Words,

Problem for me,as Mondays are My Tuesdays,

Wednesday's,Thursdays Fridays Saturdays and

Sundays!

Answer 6

I love your serious Monday poem, as I always love your poetry.  My Monday became in a slow and quiet way, unlike yours with wind and thunder.  My favorite part is "Twilight angels  Wash wings of  Silence...".  Thank you.

Answer 7

Eye dew

Answer 8

It describes my Monday morning.  Hopefully, the day will bring change.  I like your serious poem.

Answer 9

Visual, aural, sensual. I like serious!!

Answer 10

Twilight angels

Wash wings of

Silence

Elysabeth,I am absolutely fascinated with these your words and I love all your poem as well.I

In several lines you could express not only the mood and all the feelings connected with Monday, but you could contain in these lines the description of human life:

Oak leaves still, silent.

Infant sunlight too young

Yet...

.

This is  a childhood ..

Aging, growing stronger.

Hours put spurs to the

Wind...

This is a  youth

All life  is ahead and it seems fine, and it`s full of hope.

Clouds banish blue.

Noon leaves tic tac,

Tic tac..

This is maturity.You are still young  and strong but time flies  more   and more quickly....

Afternoon crashes.

Hammers ring, growl...

Thunder..

Oak leaves rage the

Atlas-rough

Trunk...

Life as it is with all it`s problems ....And your wish to stop your running even for a little and rest , just a little...

I love your poem, Elysabeth,you could express a growing pressure and development in some lines, but what wonderful lines!!!

Answer 11

I do!

Answer 12

Summer day described perfectly.

Answer 13

So much in life happens while I am at the office slaving. Thank Goodness for your poetic news Elys. Love that Monday poem

Answer 14

I don't know english word for: 'bird hops(jumps) around making kooky/comical sound(s)', but that is my response

Answer 15

The DOs have it.