Monday Morning

PARTY-

friend

brings

morphine

from grandma's

medicine cabinet-

other friend

OD's-dies-

the bringer of

the drug

is charged

with manslaughter

while the whole of

the high school

cries

come

Monday

Morning.

 

 

Reviews

[The Viking]

Wow....all I can say is, that really sucks. Not the poem, of course, but the fact a kid died because of a stupid decision. The fact the poem is so concise shows how quickly something bad like that can happen. I've seen many monday mornings just like this, where someone died on the weekend then coming to school that monday morning under a cloud of depression and pregnant tear ducts. It sucks and it never gets any easier. Nice. And If I haven't already, thank you for your review of "When Angels Dare To Dream."

[Arthur Crow]

Gigantic in reality.... This piece drips down the page like a sharp razor, so definite is the voice; I can only acknowledge your words with clarity.

You expressed it perfectly!

[poddar kushal]

The poem put a nail through us. We are shocked and taking a bow before your master talent.

[No]

i love the way you incorporate the title in as sort of a surprise ending, so no on actually knows what they'r getting when they originally view this work. the impact of the last few words is so much stronger. thanks you for sharing this. it's an enormous realization with a clear and existent meaning in such a short amount of words.
thank you,
mary jane

[BEEGE]

Wow.
Not exactly what I expected when I read the
Title, but I feel you on this one. It sucks that things
Like this actually happen. Well written.
Good job

[Silver_Moon]

A sad realization in the youth nowadays. When I watched movies, read a novel or heard a news about this kind of thing, I am very sad about the situation. I sometimes can't help myself wander back to the early 80s when I was born and raised. It was a surprise for me that after 10 or 20 years, there is a BIG difference from the past to the present. I just hope that some people realized this depressing event.

Great write! Keep on writing! :)

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Oh how sad and true these things happen. It's a cycle all the way back to when the the pale man and red man sat down and shared the peace pipe. Very well written it hits the point with a powerful punch.

Check out my poem I flirted with Lucifer, on the same subject.