It doesn’t happen often,
and I can’t remember the last time,
but this morning is two hours behind schedule.
I overschlepped?!
.
Not the end of the world,
as, belatedly, I unfurled from the bed,
but playing ‘catch-up’
is not how it should be.
.
Me, I’m just surprised
that the minimals
let me sleep.
On with the day!
Thursday is dy’Yow,
it’s named after Jupiter,
‘Yow’ in Kernewek.
dy’Yow = Thursday
Yow = Jupiter
Kernewek = Cornish
Thursday has no claim
over the true ownership
of any weekday.
.
Better than Monday,
less well received than Friday,
not of the weekend.
.
And, yet, this Thursday
is the only one of worth,
as current days go.
.
Carpe Diem! Right?
Seize this Thursday with both hands
and do not let go.
Thursday’s not ugly;
indeed, most days are pretty;
yet some are quite plain.
.
Thursday, never plain,
and always interesting,
is here once again.
There is a place,
somewhere,
somewhen,
where it is always Thursday.
No weekends.
No Mondays.
No, just an endless Thursday,
that neither ends, nor begins anew.
Thursday.
What wouldn’t we give
to live
there?
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #NoMondays, #NoOtherDays, #NoWeekends, #poetry. #poem, #Thursday
It’s yet another Thursday;
well, as days go –
and they do –
it’s the only Thursday that matters
at this very moment.
I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)
arrives,
today (Thursday)
will be condemned to the past – history –
and we will all have moved on.
.
Anyway, it’s this Thursday,
and that means…
well, it means different things
to different people,
probably.
.
Happy wet Thursday;
.
hope it stretches itself to meet all your expectations –
if you have any –
expectations, that is –
about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.
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
Here it is, readers,
the Haiku you’re waiting for,
I hope it deliv—
Why isn’t it Thursday, today?
I thought it was Thursday,
and.. it is.
It’s Thursday!
What is that all about?
Thursday!
.
I thought it was Thursday, today;
turns out it is.
If only it was Friday!.
Did I mention
that it’s ‘only’ Thursday?
Why isn’t it Thursday, today?
I thought it was Thursday,
and it’s not!
It’s Wednesday!
What is that all about?
Why isn’t it Thursday?
.
I thought it was Thursday, today;
turns out it’s not, it’s Wednesday, again.
It keeps on being Wednesday;
doesn’t keep on being Thursday, does it?
Every time I turn around, it’s Wednesday,
not Thursday:
I’m never going to get the hang of this calendar thing –
days of the week? W.E.A.K. Weak!
.
Did I mention
that it’s ‘only’ Wednesday –
and I thought it was Thursday?
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Calendar, #poetry. #poem, #Thursday, #Weak, #Wednesday, #Week, @Days
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