eternal monday’s

If we lived in eternity would Monday
Be just like Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?
Or would it be just another mundane day?
Up early, nine-to-five: all work, and no play?
Would we still view it with such disdain, and pray
That it be over with, and take us one day
Closer to the end of the week; to Friday?
Alas, we are temporal beings; Monday
Will stay Monday. Though we may wake to skies gray,
Still know it as an ever important day,
another precious day in a life of days
Numbered—and therefore special. Embrace today.

Have a good day.

Thanks for reading.

-j

rest

Sunday: the day of rest.
I do not want to write,
But write something I must.
This task I have to fight
to find something; to just
compose a thought as trite
as it may seem. Now thrust
from my mind into sight.
Silly it is, but trust
me: I know–not the best.

 

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

run on

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I run
(not) for time,
(not) for pace,
(not) to any particular place;

I run
(just) for time,
(just) for pace,
(just) in my life’s particular place;

I run
(not) a step,
(not) a race,
(not) with any particular grace;

I run
(just) a step,
(just) a race,
(just) for my life’s particular grace.

(Not) time for a run.
(Just) time for a run.

 

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

 

Songs listened to during composition of this post (Spotify playlist):

  • Singularity, Jon Hopkins
  • Emerald Rush, Jon Hopkins
  • Bloodflow, Grandbrothers
  • From a Distance, Grandbrothers
  • Long Forgotten Future, Grandbrothers

divorce:immerse

Divorce yourself,
Emphatically,
From asymmetry
In the form of bigotry.

(Contrarily,)

Immerse yourself,
Magnanimously,
With equality
In the form of chivalry.

(And poetry.)

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

daydream

Daybreak
Dreams of
Days when
Dreams begin.

Daytime
Dreams of
Days which
Dreams are made.

Daylight
Dreams of
Days that
Dream of night.

Daily
Dreams of
Days when
Dreams don’t end.

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

when’s day?

When is a weekday
So preceded by
Monday and Tuesday
And so followed by
Thursday and Friday
As a Wednesday?

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

future unknown

If I were a present
I’d be the future.

If I were tangible
I’d be untouchable.

If I were a scene
I’d be unseen.

If I were an object
I’d be a subject.

If I were a word
I’d be unknown.

 

Thanks for reading.

-j

Poem

Poem, that wasn’t a poem
Inquired why it wasn’t so.

“Your author knows not what he does,

Therefore you cannot be,” they rebuked.

“If ignorance precludes art,
How did the first poet pen a poem?” Poem replied.

“Clearly, the first poet knew their craft,

Else they wouldn’t be the first,” they declared.

“But whose rules were they following?”

Poem persisted.

“The poetic rules,

Obviously,” they quipped.

“If the first poet was the first poet,

Was it not a subsequent poet who declared the first poet a poet?” Poem persisted.

“You’re an annoying little prose,

Aren’t you?” they scoffed.

“Please don’t call me that;

I am a poem,” Poem objected.

“You have no meter; you have no rhyme; your line breaks are superfluous,

And your author is naive,” they lectured.

“That’s because I am unique;

If the first poet wrote me what would I be?” Poem posed.

“Why,
A poem,” they concluded.