Get Your Premium Membership

It's Just Wednesday

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Regina Mcintosh.


Mediocre moments coming
On the verge of a dance with illusions,
Memories bursting from their webs of doubt
Hallucinating in flames, burning – brush fires
Surrounded by a past promise, a melancholy
That vibrates with hope – trembling
Oozing away the standard gray, the average
The middle promises made by a stark
Cold darkness found only on a Wednesday

The day for hesitation to burst from its cloud
Hazy rays of confusion silencing the echoes
Dissuading the falling leaves, rustling
In the wind’s silky soothing – dreaming peace
Promises faded beneath the perplexity,
Digested by gastric acid – absorbed in the aching
Desert of a Wednesday heaviness, the moments
Passing leisurely – like black cleverly erases
Stardust and moonlight with the mystery of a reflection
Whose hope is in the impending truth – daybreak
Seeping through the night’s clasp on reality

Wednesday with all its median mass, solid
Like the urgency to whisper’s affluence
Into the upcoming moments, Thursday’s sturdy
Grasp on yesterday – then Friday with all its immensity,
It’s race toward a weekend which will leave this
Wednesday in the endorsement of its imprisonment,
The barren ache of a leaf pirouetting, fantasizing, making 
Its way toward the ground where its demise
Is the sustenance for grace, the food that earth
Knows will last until spring brings it’s Wednesday
Blasting away the nurturing blessings of a past
Tuesday’s fingerprints, Monday’s inscription…

This is Wednesday – with all its ambitions
Still mediocre – still just the middle
Of a week filled with hope for Friday’s feelings,
A week ending in a vacation from being…
	The lawyer, the doctor, the nurse, the waitress –	
		Any title who knows its revival
Comes on the mutiny of Monday’s first alarm, ringing
With the prompting for another promotion of this week’s
Inducing of Wednesday’s mirage – the impression
Glistening on the edge of midweek blessings

Wednesday is forever the medium for a week of life’s steady
Pace toward another engaging weekend’s embrace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 6/4/2023 7:36:00 AM
With stunning imagery, this great poem evokes a feeling of despair towards not only Mondays but also Wednesdays, the often ignored middle child. You skillfully capture the sentiment that nobody likes a middle child.
Login to Reply
Date: 6/4/2023 4:41:00 AM
Wow. I thought Monday's were bad... now I have to hate Wednesday's as well. Nobody likes a middle child... I guess. This is a wonderful work my friend. It would be my POTD. Have a good one.
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things