by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“Jupiter, not wanting man’s life to be wholly gloomy and grim, has bestowed far more passion than reason.”

– Desiderius Erasmus

Whatever your preferred flavour of life is – sweet, savoury, spicy or somethin’ else, welcome to the melting pot. I am on West African time, so ‘servez-vous.’

Even though we are helpless to change things on a macro scale, we can in our own small ways, align with love and the positive. As we contribute our quota, we are building towards a critical mass which can force change/s for good.

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Thursday

“And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday
So much is true.
And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday, yes but what
Is that to me?”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 -1950), American lyrical poet and playwright

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Thursday quotes

“Good morning, Happy Thursday, be someone’s sunshine today.” — Unknown

“Happy Thursday my friends, we are heading closer to weekend.” — Unknown

“Some people call it Thursday; I like to call it Friday eve!” — Unknown

“This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.” — Douglas Adams

“Thursday is my favorite day to plan how I’m going to get out of the plans I already made for the weekend.” —Unknown

“No Thursday should ever be boring as long as we are together. You and I my dearest love.” — Unknown

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I guess the days of the week engender different connotations and emotions in people. In writing the poem “Dear Thursday,” I thought I would introduce some novelty and levity, into the mix of everyday discourse.

Dear Thursday

by Irene Fowler

Jupiter, god of Thor’s day, brings his light and victory
To another workday gig, albeit, the humdrum is slowly winding down
Laughter in the air, beaming smiles lasting longer, many playing the clown
Severe, cerebral, moody Monday, a sharp awakening jolt to the senses
Nose to the grindstone, Tuesday, parades an array of sober faces and stress frowns
Wired, testy, mid-week Wednesdays, are nothing but an uphill slog
Wishing tricky Mercury’s day over, it yawns, stretches and crawls
Thursday, close to casual dress-down or chic dress-up Friday togs
A prelude and warm-up act, fit for clubs, pubs and brawls
Thursday, beckons amiably, with hints of mellow-lemon-yellow
Shades, ribboned between orange and green, in a rainbow sky
Monday’s dull, austere, slate grey, no yoke-fellow
Thursday and Friday, an enduring marriage, made in heaven
Though, only days four and five, neither a perfect six nor a sacred seven
Weekend fun and games, on the horizon; some magical and surprising
Cheers, jeers, thrills and spills; everyone buys in
The world takes note from history books, of Thursday’s kind, loving, giving look
Da Vinci’s art works, and Lady Liberty’s freedom words, bestowed to all humanity
Easter Maundy Thursday, Calvary’s Cross faithful pray, united in Christianity
Contemplating; The Lord’s Ascension and the birth of a blessed, eternal, fraternity.

©2021 by Irene Fowler

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