Days of the Week

Mondays, I sit in the parlor and write a few poems Reflections of an outer and inner world in turmoil It need not rhyme to describe the pain between the lines Tuesdays, The hand surfs the Internet to read and study other people's rhyme To get a clear understanding of what I should or should not do My best friend comes over and we spend the afternoon talking Conversations about what is clear but unsaid in our lives Wednesdays, I take a drive to the beach and stroll upon her singing waters Lying down on the sand and just look at the sky Watching the tide of the air go swirling high My parents and myself go off to the cinema and enjoy Woody allen Thursdays, Going horse-back riding in the Berkshires and fish near a stream skipping a rock on the waters as a bittersweet John Denver song is playing in my ear and mind Fridays, An afternoon at a local book cafe,reading a few works from well-regarded local poets Discussing Life and music with my therapist Saturdays and Sunday, I am off and sleeping