| This poem is entered in "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" Chasing Monday from the ocean with a wave and a smile Tide always going out in some feeble bit of mendacity Words perpetually mattered with each photographic pause Crystal shore of wasted tears start June the way it concludes Whispered timeless secrets embracing destiny's reflection Never collect another thought ~ Monday's a day like a melody no one hears in time~ 14 Lines |