If I were a time or day
I’d be an unproductive Sunday
sleepy with pre-storm glow
wondering where it all goes
deadlines roar thunderous grumbles
flashing my messenger
its quarter to three
all I want is the answer
pretending to write letters
feeling the delete buttons
editing my mind
haunted by the fear
its raining outside
and I am screaming
on the inside
goaded by universal truths
weighing down my confidence
anchoring my thoughts
dreaming of the tomorrows
procrastination’s pal
is hoping for a time out
I am an unproductive Sunday
Inspired by a rather unproductive Sunday. I made a pact with myself to spend Sunday afternoons editing my NaNoWriMo novel, today I failed, as I drowned in plot and blank pages.
Charlie Ann Alford 
I enjoyed your title for being more positive and productive!!!
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And is this not unavoidable from time to time? Like tides, like weather, like the growth Circle of Life of Nature, we move from growth to decay and on to growth, eventually, again….
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Hi Charley, being unproductive is still being productive in a roundabout way at least that is what I’ve convinced myself over the years.
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Unproductive days are not only on Sundays, but it is disappointing when you set yourself a goal and it doesn’t happen, though you did get to write the above poem so not all is lost. There’s always next Sunday Charlie.
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