She is more comforting, and warming,
than southern blues on Monday mornings.
She shines brighter than all of the disco lights
in speakeasy jazz clubs on Tuesday nights.
She is as elegant as can be, a formidable adversary
for classical piano during Wednesday tea.
She is as delicate as opera house heartache,
which seems to be the best remedy for
Thursday night headaches.
She is a strange combination
of excitement and doom,
filling my soul with Rock n Roll
underneath a Friday night moon,
and a cigarette scented folk-song basking
in the Saturday sunshine at noon.
Sundays are for sex, wrists bound and
spellbound, while the soundtrack of her heart
loops all day long in the echoing background.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Miniature Mind Musings #8:
Recently, I spoke with a family member who I struggled to catch up with for a longer timespan than I would’ve liked and what struck me was how societal templates filled in on successive days routinely suck our time into a vacuum of seemingly infernal deficiency.
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Comments (2)
This was a very nice concept. Loved your poem!
this is surely the way I'd like to be remembered.