Weeks

the smell of Sunday fills me up
it turns me
transforms me
holds me in its long-houred palm
and feeds me to feel the end of the week's end

Monday has me coffeed
brings with it the order
riding bicycles
to earn my keep
till its gone leaving me to sleep

Tuesday provides the first sign
anticipates a mid-way point
coolly caresses the progress
of this week
not weak in the life of me

Wednesday you are here
the crest of these days I span
I see both sides because of you
and because of you
I am

Thursday says I know
I know that you are ready
eases me down the slope
toward a sunset
warm and shady

Friday I am honoured
that a week of work is done
take me one step from the weekend
those days
of joy and fun

and Saturday has sunshine
seven sunrises with you before
your night is kept for parties
a gift
I can not ignore

till the smell of Sunday fills me up



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Written on 2010-05-10 at 01:23

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
What a week! I liked this, it held happiness in a palm :-)

Elle x
2010-05-10


shells
Loved this "week in the life" look at the days and what they mean to you. Original piece.
2010-05-10