Sunday – Scriptorium '77

Protected: Sonnet #94: Open

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WEAK end

it’s saturday
and what a day it was
on the verge of excitement
barely

in a moment

there is something different
there is a cold
the brain can barely hold
in a moment of clarity

weekends are for winners

weekends are for winners
because mondays are for losers
and the masses
who keep shouting

mind less power

the sirens call on Sunday
they use my phone
and make my father dial my number in the morning

C L O U D S

clouds are for the peaceful minded
for people who are willing to look up
and those who don’t think blinded
because with open eyes the world’s up

stupidity makes the headaches grow

darkness swept over the sea
there is nothing more important than history
don’t blame the ones who don’t know
teach them, make them grow

if i wasn’t my sunday lazy

let me tell you something
sunday is my day of rest
it’s for the best
i use my brain for something else today

Strawberry Dance

Expressing my feelings with a strawberry dance
In between shifts of knowledge and hope
Swinging my hooked knife like a samurai
Nude as I am on my wet balcony

Resurrection

Life is standing still on a Sunday
But for some it’s no fun day
It’s not even a day for reflection
Or for blessings and resurrection