Saturday Morning

Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Saturday Morning.

Saturday Morning

Saturday morning, and the world seems light.

The feel of adventure is in the air

Gone are the dark clouds of the night

There is a journey we will share

As long as the rain stays far away

This is the perfect time for us to play.

I’ve been too worried about the world.

About things, I have no power to change.

Drops of despair, darkness pearled

Upon my soul so strange

It is time for them to evaporate

There is no room in my heart for hate.

Here we are on a Saturday morning

With breakfast on the fire

I find your smile so disarming

As my heart fills with desire

We still have so much life to live

And love is all I want to give.

The world can go to hell in a handbasket

It’s been going that way for years

Soon my home will be a casket

But I do not need useless tears.

It’s a bright Saturday

And I’m going out to play.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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