friday
came and went
the sun unseasonable
the sea reflective
human time
already
begun
a day
hard-edged
tide falling
at moonset
into the evening
where stars were
where the light
was fading
to black
friday
was tomorrow
in our eyes the junction
between our ordinariness
and our whirlpool days
our casual freedom
before its hours
retrieved us
Some poetic challenger came up with friday as a subject for a quick online poem. Happy to oblige, says me. Of course, this ended up a bit more metaphysical than day-to-day. Nobody commented on the first draft as I posted it. What’s a day here or there?
Here it sits, barely tweaked and with the sea (on a Monday) below Ardnamurchan Point glittering in the swell and late autumn sun.
If you care to look, thursday came along later… Then, a week of poems… The suite, if such it is, runs: friday, thursday, wednesday, tuesday, monday, sunday, saturday. - week…
the sea reflective
human time
already
begun
a day
hard-edged
tide falling
at moonset
into the evening
where stars were
where the light
was fading
to black
friday
was tomorrow
in our eyes the junction
between our ordinariness
and our whirlpool days
our casual freedom
before its hours
retrieved us
© BH, 2020
Some poetic challenger came up with friday as a subject for a quick online poem. Happy to oblige, says me. Of course, this ended up a bit more metaphysical than day-to-day. Nobody commented on the first draft as I posted it. What’s a day here or there?
Here it sits, barely tweaked and with the sea (on a Monday) below Ardnamurchan Point glittering in the swell and late autumn sun.
If you care to look, thursday came along later… Then, a week of poems… The suite, if such it is, runs: friday, thursday, wednesday, tuesday, monday, sunday, saturday. - week…
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