Named after Freya,
a Norse goddess of fame,
who partied hard at the weekends,
to give Friday its name,
Friday, gets off lightly,
compared to the other week days –
it fares only slightly worse
than Saturday or Sunday –
and Friday night is often held
up high
as part of the weekend,
and a fine time to fly.
Friday, gets off lightly,
compared to the other weeks days –
it fares only slightly worse
than Saturday or Sunday –
and Friday night is often held
up high
as part of the weekend,
and a fine time to fly.
Named after Freya,
a Norse goddess of fame,
who partied hard at the weekends,
to give Friday its name.
When Friday is done
it is time for the weekend:
so let fun commence.
It could be any
of the many days there are;
but, it’s Wetfriddy.
I’m neither happy
nor unhappy
that it is Friday –
I don’t mind at all;
but, I know,
that there are some
who have been waiting
for this day to arrive
since last Sunday night –
which is alright…
if you like Friday;
which I neither do,
nor don’t –
or so I say.
Sadly, that is what I did: whilst trying to listen to a ‘notes’ document on my iPhone I managed within two or three seconds to delete the whole thing.
Not the end of the world, nor a major catastrophe, but I felt the sadness that losing something precious brings.
It’s not like losing a friend or a relative – as also happened today – and in comparison losing a sketch, poem, or script is nothing – but it set my mood on a downward slope that has been hanging around me since.
Losing a friend of Jane’s today is much more serious, and my error pales into insignificance – however, some things we can avoid, and some things we can’t.
It’s been quite a rubbishy Friday, and all on top of the current crisis in the world.
Sharing a thought for those who lose, and those who are lost in the world today, and every day.
G❤️
Well, it’s about time.
My haiku, is what I mean –
its subject matter.
What does it matter
if I write my three Haiku
on the Saturday?
I know, a day late;
but, I only received the note
in my sober state.
My fingers type
the words;
no hype,
just honest
to goodness
feelings.
Unlike,
in my fingers,
where I have none.
My brain
also
struggles
to keep the warmth
of creative thought alive;
but, there is a glimmer
from an unquenchable ember
that I have
deep in the heart of my being.
Should I invest in a vest?
Or should I just give it a rest?
When all is said and pun…
if I do purchase a vest
should I wear it facing West?
I ask you,
in the hope of a definitive answer – and to get the question
off my chest.
Impressed?
No? I thought as much;
such is the way of things,
and any thought that has wings
may just fly
away.
You might have guessed.
Graeme Sandford 