Friday
- Contest/Blog:
- Poetry Form:

Sabbath smiles demurely,
face composed as elegantly
as the notes of the hymns
choreographed and scripted.
Weekdays wear the humdrum uniform
of a living to be earned,
brightened by occasional smiles,
or an unexpected compliment
that makes me wonder in insecurity,
about what was really meant.
Friday afternoon sheds the week's fatigue,
choosing instead the me,
who has been suppressed
by regulations, rules and routine,
now free to wield the pen
and write the words
to unscripted freedom.
Days and moods meld into forgottenness,
but Friday breathes new life
into a tired soul and etches smiles
into playful memories.
Tell me it's Friday.
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- Krystal's blog
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