I long for Friday
as when it arrives each week
I can relax into the
knowledge that for the
next two days time slows right down
and all of this time is mine
Tri-sedoka V – Friday
Seven days revisited #5 (Friday)
Breathe deep Friday haiku
Just as well
Fridays
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Friday Night
creative sparks soar
balloons let loose, by a child
chill breeze, soul flutters
Quiet Friday
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
Persona Poem: Rory Jansen
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