Repetitive Cycle Repeats
each week moved its feet like a slow-motion
replay of the week before…
time loses meaning… repetitive cycle repeats
hauling reluctant body along morning streets
to a soulless occupation… fake smiles
pre-programed greetings
born from forced staff meetings…
each day chips a little more freedom away
sunshine yellow or shades of grey
all the same… just wetter when it rains…
… repetitive cycle repeats
eat sleep work, do it again
eat sleep work… sunshine or rain…
Ahh… the final reward… making it through
to Friday freedom…
two lousy days to recoup ones energy
two precious days to be one self
feed one’s soul
or simply sleep…. in…
and what of the added blessing of
the long weekend… no Monday… No Monday
vanished into the void where unwanted Mondays go…
in the absence of Monday, a weekend takes on
magical symbolism… a week with no Monday…
the softened blow of Tuesday rising
hovers like mirage across that gap that was once…. Monday…
daydreams take flight, three whole days
no repetitive cycle repeating…
three days to fill with… living… breathing… sleeping in…
indulging ones most indulgent whim…
… and then it happens… that slap in the face by reality-
- at some vague point of that sweetly softened Tuesday
you realise… that Tuesday is the hardened truth
of Monday in disguise…
and once again, repetitive cycle repeating
you have to go where you don't want to go
for the reality is both are the same
…. the softened blow of Tuesday
and the hardened truth Monday… what’s in a name?
Sharonlee©
tuesday is the hardest truth of Monday in disguise....wow..nice line...the cycle...ack...i been there in jobs i def did not like....in the end what is in a name...smiles. nice write...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, been there... surived... and learnt about life.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for pausing Brian.
Peace
Yep, been here....very nice write :)...Peace
ReplyDeleteThe week can seem so long sometimes...and yet the year flies...how does that work exactly?
DeletePeace
ugh..that's a hard circle to be in...one that crushes you in the end...been in jobs where i felt caged...and the weekend is always too short then
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting Cluadia. The weekend is always too short!
DeletePeace
Oh, this is such a good write for the dreadful routine of a week of forced/programmed smiles and welcomes and such. It is as if we are already automatons and if the job is awful, we simply go through the motions. I've been there too.
ReplyDeleteThis is so well written!
Your capchata thingie is awful. Had to try 3 times before I could read it. :(
ReplyDeleteThank you... I'm glad you enjoyed...I fixed that silly catchpa thing.
DeletePeace
if you got rid of your verification i thank you profusely!!!!
DeleteI cannot tell you how much his means....because it means I'm not alone in how I feel. The repetition, the meetings, and yes- why is tuesday so much harder than Monday??? Maybe because you still remember some of the freedom of the weekend on a Monday...Love the stream of consciousness feel that his to it...like you just spilled it out ...thank you for posting this and letting me know that I'm not alone in the world!
ReplyDeleteOMG. ur stuck on a forever loop of Monday and Tuesday, you never make it to hump day, what are you going to do?
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