I remember every single detail
about you.
Those visions
float anxiously in the air
– like white prickly bees –
they sting,
but refuse to die,
creating a sad winter
inside me.
I don’t want to wake up.

– Chatty Owl –

48 Replies to “BLUE MONDAY”

  1. and on a holiday no less! There is a moment each morning that I seriously consider not getting up out of bed, then I remember that I have something to look forward to and I arise happy!

  2. Refusing the sting, embrace the white assassins, and indulge in their golden goodness. Excellent work, Chatty Owl… usual.

    1. Truly, I’m honored to witness your words, at your playground.

  3. Another post that makes me want to turn around to see if there is someone behind me to whom you are talking. No one there. “Excuse me are you talking to me?” Great Job as usual.

  4. I loved your title! But I am sad when a Blue Monday strikes someone and I hope you feel better soon!
    I liked your image of white prickly bees, it sounds very original and imaginitive and aswell portrays very well the feeling of impending pain.

  5. I wouldn’t want to wake up either if bees were waiting to sting me! Don’t be blue! Be green instead! (I joke, lol). I do know what blue Monday’s are like though. Excellent poem Chatty. πŸ™‚

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