Friday is more than just a day
it's a feeling
Friday evening ushers in
a time of unwinding
clinking glasses and laughter
a symphony of camaraderie
drowning out the week's cacophony
it's time to celebrate small victories
shrug off momentary defeats
Happy Hour beckons
Time for a Quadrille in the Pub ~~ not the Dance ~~ the Poem!! De supplies the word "Friday" for us to build our quadrilles around!
Yessss! Happy hour beckons, indeed!
ReplyDeleteLove this, especially:
"a symphony of camaraderie
drowning out the week's cacophony"
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Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteIndeed, drowning out the week's cacophony.
Hugs,
Mariette
I like the title: Friday, The Usher of Unwinding. That it is!
ReplyDeleteYeah Friday!!!
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this poem is a happy hour all on it's own
ReplyDeleteOnce I thought it was like that... now I feel it's the day of the week I just want to sleep.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Helen, Friday is a feeling, and I love the line ‘drowning out the week's cacophony’.
ReplyDeleteTGIF! It doesn't carry the same weight it did when I was working full time, but it still conjures up the clinking of glasses! Nice one Helen.
ReplyDeleteBring on the Friday Happy Hour. -Truedessa
ReplyDeleteWell written poem, indeed looking forward to Friday. I liked the expression Instant Defeats. It's like a little celebration! Have a nice day!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a feeling, and one for me so ingrained as an unwinding of the week, not so much now, but such a powerful memory.
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