I woke up Wednesday –
it had been snoring
in the corner
for quite a few days now –
and set it to task.
.
“What do I do?”
asked Wednesday.
.
After all these centuries
Wednesday was still a little lacking
in the intelligence department.
.
“Just be.” I replied,
“Make the weekdays
seem like they are nearly done,
and nod your head
towards the oncoming weekend.”
.
“Oh, is that it?
I could have stayed in bed.”
Wednesday really was a washout
when it came to geeing up things –
a ‘hump day’ indeed.
Half way there,
though the ‘weeky’ week days,
that is.
Two down, three across.
It’s also the day
that our bin men
(or whatever their titles are)
call.
I have to go out for bananas,
four, or maybe more;
ripe, or not so ripe;
and I have books to deliver
slash post.
Somebody, somewhere,
is awaiting words through their letterbox,
could it be you?
it is dy’Mergher,
so named after Mercury,
the nessa planet.
.
.
dy’Mergher = Wednesday
Mergher = Mercury (planet)
nessa = second
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Tagged #Cornish, #Kernewek, #Mergher, #poetry. #poem, #Wednesday, Cornwall, Haiku, Kernow
Midweek? Humpday? Bleugh?!
Wednesday is a mad day;
neither here, nor there.
Humphrey Day was born
on a cold Wednesday morn;
full of woe, he was.
Woden would have been proud
if he had known
that they would name a day after him;
Humpty, also, would have been proud.
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.
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Tagged #day, #Friday, #Monday, #poetry. #poem, #Saturday, #Series, #Sunday, #Thursday, #today, #Tuesday, #Wednesday, #Weekdays, #Yesterday, Haiku
A little under the weather?
Had a bad night’s not-sleep?
Suffering from S.A.D.?
But, at least it’s Wednesday,
Humpday, mid-way through the weak.
And Mon and Tues days are behind you;
so, all is not lost.
Wednesday, but it could be worse.
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Tagged #Humpday, #poetry. #poem, #Weak, #Wednesday, #Weekdays, prose
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
If Wednesday wasn’t a thing,
what would it be?
That question has had students of philosophy
stymied for centuries.
If you can answer it,
you are the cleverest being
ever.
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