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.
For the music playlist by Sanaa at toads.
October 7, 2019
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. ”
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.