Come on Wednesday


Wednesdays are like come-ons.
Tempting while I blush
and engulfing me in the spirit of madness.
     The good spirit (sans spirits),
     a phantom release of pleasure.

Free from the escape,
unencumbered by the echo
of days just passed.

Wednesdays are to me an image
ripe and pure.
The vixens of the mid-week 
impelling my vocabulary,
nay, my gravity!
Altering the force of my axis and 
wielding me with naΓ―ve joy.

How sensitive and sarcastic of me to fight
an unearthly invitation.
Like the first cynic, 
shall I lie with the dogs?

Or open free and wide the lung space
I'm apportioned 
and open,
VASTLY OPEN, 
those breathing apparatus;
while owning the best of myself
on the best of my days?

A question to be sure,
but one of obvious resolve.
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10 thoughts on “Come on Wednesday

  1. It reminded me a chapter from “Winnie-The-Pooh”…

    ..
    “Talking of Poetry,” said Pooh, “I made up a little piece as I was coming along. It went like this. Er–now let me see–”

    “Fancy!” said Kanga. “Now Roo, dear–”

    “You’ll like this piece of poetry,” said Rabbit.

    “You’ll love it,” said Piglet.

    “You must listen very carefully,” said Rabbit.

    “So as not to miss any of it,” said Piglet.

    “Oh, yes,” said Kanga, but she still looked at Baby Roo.

    “How did it go, Pooh?” said Rabbit.

    Pooh gave a little cough and began.

    On Monday, when the sun is hot
    I wonder to myself a lot:
    “Now is it true, or is it not,”
    “That what is which and which is what?”

    On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
    The feeling on me grows and grows
    That hardly anybody knows
    If those are these or these are those.

    On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
    And I have nothing else to do,
    I sometimes wonder if it’s true
    That who is what and what is who.

    On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
    And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
    How very readily one sees
    That these are whose–but whose are these?

    On Friday—-

    “Yes, it is, isn’t it?” said Kanga, not waiting to hear what happened on Friday. “Just one more jump, Roo, dear, and then we really must be going.” …..

    As for me it was always Tuesday the day… Have a nice day : )

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