A Poetic And Productive Sunday
February 13, 2022
Sunday should be a holiday, but it seemed not to me. Several tasks were stuffed on my plate and I had my work cut out for me. I woke up late and loafed a bit. Because why not? It's Sunday and should be my relaxing day.
On Saturday night I knew Sunday would be productive and unwanted. And sleeping, my mind and body, was all they wanted. Under my quilt, I coiled and to dreamland tried to be diverted. But to no avail, as a plethora of thoughts in my mind were scattered.
So after a while, I stood and crushed procrastination. Even though it means I'll have no relaxation. Seeing things on my list gave me frustration. But what could I do? That's life, a sad realization.
I pulled my phone towards me and tapped it lazily. Still, my mind and body worked hesitantly. Racing my pega was on the list, firstly. Consuming all energies, early and fastly.
Chad's Pega guild was next in line, and its Valentine's Contest I have to mind. Pulling the thoughts I could ever have. As theme and content need to be about love.
The poetic me was pulled and I bit struggled. In collecting the words creatively and poetically, I almost stumble. Vigor, Race, Pegaxy, how could I ramble? My mind was foggy, to the bed I wanted to tumble.
To focus on writing, I have to cut the intervention. On noise and read I had no interaction. I paused and in my passion, I formed an inspiration. The whole morning was spent finishing my creation.
"Together, We'll Stay Forever, My Pegaxy" By: Jane1289
Loveless, Dull, mundane, my life has been. Revolving 'round one world with the same routine. Until you came, full of Vigor. My world was filled with energy, Mi Amor.
On the stadion, we Race. Passionate, enthusiastic, you as always. You make my heart beat at the same pace. Every minute, we run, 'til we reach the gold place.
Valiantly, you tamed my wild world. You made me feel not a vagabond. You stood beside me regardless of the bloodline. Because our goal is to reach the same line.
Energy may only be twenty-five. But all the time you make me feel alive. We may feel tired at times, but both replenish timely. And together, we'll stay forever, My Pegaxy.
Two were down and at five in the afternoon, I formed a frown. The $CATS flew a bit and I missed re-buying it. Better luck next time and wait until it reaches the bottom. Because seriously, I, myself might hit rock bottom.
UMA struck my head, its Valentine contest was up ahead. Should I give it a try, or jump to the next line? Because my mind and body weren't getting fine. And the day was about to end. Things just got me at my wit's end.
Here comesValentineDayChallege2022, 19 articles needed to be read. Time flies too fast, and some things I couldn't attend. One at a time, I started reading. And the other tab, for this article, was used for writing.
It was almost six, and this content, I needed to fix. So when the long hand of the clock hit the sixth spot, I could hit the publish button as I still have a lot. On my plate, things needed to be cut, or maybe I'll put them on a pot.
The day seemed full, I can't grasp them all. Let's end these ramblings, as this might get tall. My bed is what my body yearning for. So pardon me if I'll be inactive, that's the only thing I could ask for.
THE END...
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Nice poem. I just followed you on hive. Your bio 'frustrated writer' got be laughing coz I can relate to it.