
Bussokuseki for this Friday as it comes A 'je ne said quoi' capturing an essence here in thirty-eight syllables as the weekend starts again
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And with morning three words came 'Here comes Friday' my waking eye with silent whisper said, I beamed The sunshine decided September had still more summer to give warmth remaining here it seemed And outside my window the golden one waved gregariously from the East with its hat on Comfort gleaned
No other reason than Friday the third for writing this verse which might seem absurd but then inspiration will seldom conform and will on occasion stray from the norm And this is the latter with lines droll and witty for Friday the third and this little ditty
creative sparks soar
balloons let loose, by a child
chill breeze, soul flutters
It’s a quiet day today, for a Friday
But it’s a nice thing to know people still
Observe some of the old ways, reverence and worship
I’m not kin of the people of the cross but I respect
And I even believe
A quiet Friday, so much like my usual Sundays
Spent at my cube, alone in my corner at work
A peaceful time to contemplate all the complexities of the living
At that point, everything I’ve ever wanted is
Staring me in the face. These words are so
Close to the time of Hemingway I could feel
Myself sitting in that coffeeshop next to him—
Maybe with Gertrude Stein on my right. They
Aren’t my words though—but they could be—
I could write this, I could string a few words
Together that turn into the compilation that