THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A MONDAY

I

Among my plenty cosy dreams,

The only busy thing

Was the hand of the Monday.

II

I was then of a busy mind,

Like a bee

To which there are eternal Mondays.

III

The Monday morning bustle in the quiet streets.

It was a small part of the working week.

IV

A Kojo and an Adjoa

Are one.

A Kojo and an Adjoa and Monday

Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,

The duty of moderations.

Or the beauty of stress,

With Monday listening

Or worse after.

VI

Noise outside the office window,

Blocked by the window pane.

The fallow of Monday

Tossed around, in and out.

The mood traced in the fallowness

An unacceptable loss

VII

O people of Ghana,

Why do you love Fridays?

Do you not see how Monday

Walks around and greets

With hard work around you?

VIII

I know principled businesses

And coherent, inescapable productiveness;

But I know, too,

That Monday is involved

In what I know.

IX

When the Monday crew is out of might,

It knocks off the wedge

Of the lazy cycles.

X

At the sight of Mondays

Crawling under the street lights,

Even the royals of indolence

Would bow down frighteningly.

XI

He drove during the weekend

In a sleek convertible.

Once, his gear tricked him,

In that he mistook

The speed of his vehicle

For Mondays.

XII

The traffic is not moving

Monday must be ending

XIII

There was work all day

There was activity

And it was about to end

Monday now sighed

Its relief in bed

‎This was written in response to 'The 13 Ways Challenge' at People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit [P.O.E.T.S]’s Facebook group wall.

Through the inspiration of Poetra Ama Asantewa, as well Tiffany Cybrie Howard.
The challenge was based on the poem “Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A BlackBird” by Wallace Stevens. I intentionally chose to mimic the structure.

 I chose to write with 'Monday' in title because I wrote it on the  *13th* day of June,2011 which was a *Monday*,and lastly because my name is Kojo (born on a Monday).