dy’Lun – no planet;
ny wonn vy why it’s dy’Lun,
but it is – dydh da!
.
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dy =shortening of ‘dydh’ = day
Lun = yet to find out
dy’Lun = Monday
ny wonn vy = I don’t know (exactly that phrase)
dydh da! = Good day! / Hello!
dy’Lun – no planet;
ny wonn vy why it’s dy’Lun,
but it is – dydh da!
.
——
.
dy =shortening of ‘dydh’ = day
Lun = yet to find out
dy’Lun = Monday
ny wonn vy = I don’t know (exactly that phrase)
dydh da! = Good day! / Hello!
Monday stretches on,
many hours of the day left,
but the morn… passes.
Monday Morn is born
from the last remainderings
of a Sunday night.
Monday:
The rain it fell
and well it did,
the worms that hid
deep in the ground
surfaced to see the Sun,
and, as one, became targets
for the blackbird.
The worms were destined
to be winter fare;
which is not fair,
but Nature is like that.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #birds, #blackbird, #Monday, #poetry. #poem, nature, Rain, weather
It’s Tuesday, hurrah!
It’s not Monday anymore,
Time continues on.
.
Not that I’m silly,
wishing all my days away,
just all the Mondays.
.
If we could, we would,
take all the Mondays away,
and reduce the week.
.
We’d get used to it –
a six day week! Wouldn’t we?
What is not to like?
.
I’m sure it would work,
and society wouldn’t fall,
life would be so sweet.
Monday.
Today, I have thought upon polar expeditionaries from the early twentieth century, in their tweeds and stout walking shoes, heading off to the poles.
I’ve also thought about those sleeping rough upon the streets.
One group made a choice to seek fame in their exploits – going to the pole because it was there.
The other has ended up in a place where they would not chose to go – and there is no fame for them.
Even indoors, there is a bitter chill to the air, and the heating has been left off because of the cost.
My feet are not toasty – even with two pairs of socks on, and I am one of the lucky ones.
People become bodies, on the streets as it was upon the Antarctic, when life is withdrawn from them.
What about a Monday Haiku?
It’s Early in the week,
so shouldn’t we all seek
a Haiku for the day…
but, maybe it would be better
if we just gave it a miss this time.
This is not a Haiku
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a Haiku –
Hash tag just saying.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Monday, #nonsense, #notahaiku, #poetry. #poem, #silly, Haiku
With five syllables
and only two longer words:
Thursday Afternoon.
.
Monday and Tuesday,
Friday, Sunday, and today,
also fit the form.
.
But not Wed-nes-day,
and defo not Saturday,
or yesterday day.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #day, #Friday, #Monday, #poetry. #poem, #Saturday, #Series, #Sunday, #Thursday, #today, #Tuesday, #Wednesday, #Weekdays, #Yesterday, Haiku
Not that long ago
it was Monday, now Tuesday,
soon it’s Wednesday.
What’s with all the constant change?
Can’t the week make it’s mind up?
.
.
.
PS Wednesday can have 2 or 3 syllables –
upon this occasion I have used the 3-syllable variant. Please bear that in mind when you read the above – thank you.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Monday, #poetry. #poem, #tanka, #Tuesday, #Wednesday, #Week, @Days