Wednesday Why

Donít go chasing rainbows
Out in the dead of night
Oil floats on the water
But it never will ignite
Lucky stones arenít lucky
They just erode that way
All the tumbling years
Brought them to you today
Roosters crow at dawn
In rooms without windows
Someone tested that
But why only heaven knows
Fingernails grow at night
Maybe they get together
And dance on all our fingers
In high heels of patent leather
Tomorrow is another day
Someone came up with that
That man has no mental room
But he can really swing a cat
A girl I knew comes to mind
I called her Wednesday Why
Tuesday could never find her
And Thursday made her cry




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-04 at 13:15

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to Praveen Bhusal for the applaud :)
2018-07-06


Praveen Bhusal
Oooooh this is charming! I don't know if this was intentional(my guess is it was though) but complementing "rainbows" with "oil floats on water" seems subtle. I have to second on jim's comment about the stones. Still, I wish this were longer.
2018-07-05


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to ken d williams and Coo & Co for the applauds :)
2018-07-05


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i enjoyed this from top to bottom.

"Lucky stones arenít lucky
They just erode that way"

sticks with me. it seems profound. it is profound.
2018-07-05


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
That final quatrain, though! Simply splendid! (And the poem throughout is a joy.)
2018-07-05


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I love it! It reminds me of an old Black Spiritual from back in the 40's that I've heard a long time ago. Something about Mondays, but it has the same rhythm and feel. Well done.
Ashe
2018-07-04


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Members of Coo & Co are delighted that you are still posting here, 'Friend D.' :>)

This is a charming and lively little number. We like the regular rhyme scheme and the colourful sequence of musings.

The roosters part particularly appeals to Coo, of course, and we spend some time discussing the merits of this type of research. Our FT is drawn to the dancing fingernails and the man swinging a cat. It is all very vibrant, which is excellent.

Woo-hoo! :>) (we applaud)
2018-07-04