Friday is a strange
day,
it’s a bit of a why
day.
For me it’s the fifth
day,
and for workers it’s the last
day
of the working week.
Friday
is unlucky, especially
for sailors. Black or Good,
it will always be
my day.
Kim M. Russell, 15th April 2024
Image by Sincerely Media on Unsplash
It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, De has us writing quadrilles about Friday.
Yes, we’re writing poems of precisely 44 words, including one word provided by our host, and De would like us to try a little something different and frolic with the proper noun Friday. I was born on a Friday.
It has always been the best day for me as well… a bit like freeday
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I was born on a Friday!
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Hey, me too! ❤️
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It’s a potent day for anyone on a schedule. Friday is a portentous day to be born, Kim.
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Friday’s child is loving and giving…
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❤
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Love this, Kim. It’s one of my favorite days, for sure.
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Thank you, De!
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Absolutely. ❤️
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How wonderful to know you are a Friday baby too. By the way I have been lucky for my sailor husband.
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❤
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But we love Friday so much 🙂
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We do!
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Nicely done.
I have far to go according to that classic nursery rhyme. Black or Good, Friday remains my favorite day, even when it’s the 13th.
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Than you, Raivenne. I even prefer it to Saturday
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Fridays were once my fun day but now it’s any day i get to enjpy poetry like this
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Thank you. Poetry gets me through the week, Rog.
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I especially like “Black or Good,
it will always be
my day.”
I was born on a Thursday.
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This is fun Kim!
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Thanks Kim!
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Friday has always been the best day of the week. The end of that working week, although I don’t work now. It’s still lingers.
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I’ve been retired for ten years now and Friday still feels the same.
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Fridays’ are good days, for sure, the end of the work week and “sweet freedom whispers in my ear”
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I agree!
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Yes indeed Friday is a day full of labels
much🤍love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you.
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Dear Kim, I was a little puzzled by this self-styled “frolic”, sensing its wistfulness and a reserve about it, until I reached the postscript and had an “ah!” of understanding – why Friday is “my-day” (or indeed, why you are Friday’s).
All is clear- and I recognise and honour you as Friday’s child who “is loving and giving” according to the song – which fits my perception of you so completely!
Lots of love, Hare-friend x
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Thank you! 😊
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Friday is a day of imbalance for me. The reviewing of the completed week and the planning of the weekend all in one. Thursday is usually my own favorite. Most of my difficult tasks are complete and the making of weekend plans can wait. A kick back day in my world. 😉
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That Friday feeling, who can deny it?! A perfect Q, Kim.
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Thanks Dora!
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Strange day indeed!!!! There are Saturdays, Sundays, Tuesdays … I awaken [ because I am old and retired ] wonder “is it Friday?” As soon as my feet hit the floor, I am certain, and relieved I do remember. LOL
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Nice to know you were born on a Friday, Kim. Lovely poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty!
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Now I’m curious as to what day of the week I was born. But this was a fun poem, I enjoyed the celebration of you!
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Thank you!
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Yes, for me too it is a strange day. I love the different Friday contexts, they name so many experiences in one compact poem.
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Cheers Paul!
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🙂
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