Even though it’s Monday, this week let’s write a Sabbath poem. It could be a Saturday or Sunday poem, depending upon your religious upbringing, but try to focus on the “day of rest” aspect. After sleeping in, post in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Sabbath
Living Poetry 
What is the worth of a weekend day
when one is retired?
With no clocks to punch
those days weight the same as any other.
Even now, elderly and alone,
she still washes the sheets on Saturday.
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Posted by JeanMarie | October 21, 2019, 11:11 PMVery nice!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | October 21, 2019, 11:18 PMThere’s something to be said for routine. Love this piece. It says so much between the words.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | October 22, 2019, 9:48 AMMmm butter n biscuits
Daddy’s cooking breakfast today
Must be Sunday
I can smell the bacon from my bed
Blackberry jam is calling my name
Coffee’s brewing
Smelling better than it tastes (adult me wondering, Did I say that?)
Scrambling down for those soft scrambled eggs
Better be on time
Daddy wants his children
To be happy soldiers
For the war of chores
Always a hitch, doncha know
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | October 21, 2019, 9:04 AMno rest for the hungry (wink)
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Posted by Steve Croft | October 21, 2019, 3:42 PMYou got that right!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | October 21, 2019, 5:17 PMYou got that right. I could tell some stories about ways Daddy pulled to get us out of bed. hmmm maybe i will.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | October 22, 2019, 9:49 AMYummy!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | October 21, 2019, 8:54 PM