Friday’s commute is slow
the weekend beckons
with the knowledge
of work to be done
and peaceful sits
on the porch
Friday’s birds sing louder
and though the moon hides
her shining face
behind heavy clouds
the songs echo in the overcast
Friday’s coffee
is a little richer
a little less bitter
even black
and in the quiet
it is a little more enjoyed
despite the day ahead
April Wells
4/22/16
Tuesday creeps slowly
it walks with company
and spends it’s time
dancing through the hours
meetings kiss meetings
as they pass in the halls
and heavy is the weight
of the world
in a little black box
Tuesday looks at the watch
and times the commute
meeting room to meeting room
and judges the chance
to stop to pee
coffee
a distant memory to Tuesday’s race
and tea
an equally distant longing
April Wells
April 19, 2016
Monday cries with the dawn
back to the day to day
back to the grind
Monday rises early
and eats late
and struggles with the reality
of thinking and understanding
Monday rides the bus
and walks the walk
and carries the weight
of the rest of the week
low and slow
on the back
of the weekend behind
April Wells
April 18, 2016
Sunday morning is warm
It’s a quiet place
To stretch in the sun
Singing the song
Of geese and robins and bluejays
And nail guns and lawn mowers
It is my coffee
In my cup
On my chair
On my porch
Where nothing but the morning matters
April Wells
4/17/16
Morning sings brightly
Dawn blushes
Celebrate the spring
April Wells
4/15/16
Loneliness stands
Silent
In the corner of the shed
Coat caked in mud
Head down
Forlorn and lost
Marking time
Living up
To his name
He saw them through
Their awkward years
When they felt abandoned
And here now he stands
Seeing out his days
Living up to the name
From so long ago
April Wells
4/16/16
Ease into the day
Smell the sunrise on the breeze
Taste the aroma
Of the coffee
As it brews
Count the moments
Not in seconds and minutes
But by the breaths that ease away
The night
April Wells
4/14/2016
Stretch into the ache
Watch dawn creep into the day
Yoga greets the day
April Wells
4/13/2016
Watch the lights
lured by bells and music
Vacant losing stares
April Wells
4/12/2016
Everything that glitters
fill the Las Vegas night
Not gold
But glitz
Glamour
Light and sound
Dings and beeps
Bells, whistles and music.
Watch the people
Get lost
In
The spinning dancing world
Everything that glitters
But does it truly shine
Haunt the Vegas night
April Wells
April 11 2016
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