Sing me a hymn
for the weekend just passed,
Sing me a blues
for the mourning of Mondays,
for dusk and rain in October
Sing me a dirge,
for the death of my weekend
while shackled to spreadsheets
I hunger for weekends unborn.
Churchyard in the Rain
by Vincent van Gogh
For the music playlist by Sanaa at toads.
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October 7, 2019
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, brilliant imagery, Björn….
Oh my aching heart this is beautiful, Bjorn! ❤️ I can feel every word so carefully placed and which exudes a yearning that accompanies Autumn. Love your choice of song 🙂 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️
Have faith…your resurrection is coming on Friday!
Beautiful, Bjorn. It sounds like you need a camping trip into the mountains.
Good title for the weekly grief of office workers.
shackled to spreadsheets – pretty much defines what used to be my work life! Now everyday is a weekend unborn and I love it!
Great wordplay in the title, Björn, and you have my sympathy for being ‘shackled to spreadsheets’.
Oh for the weekend again and no spreadsheets!
A new start, that’s our hope sometimes. I like the “shackled to the sheets. ”
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Monday, Monday …. can’t trust that day. As always, I thoroughly enjoy your poetry.
Don’t lose your sense of wonder Björn!
Wonderful ! This made me smile 🙂 You really do not like the excel sheets 😉
ugh spreadsheets. Just hate them. I sigh with relief every Friday afternoon…
A poignant cry to a much needed weekend. My cry also.
Hunger for weekends…and dusk and rain in October…loved this totally!!
I am so glad I am retired. My weekend is every day. I feel for you shackled to those spreadsheets.