I am a big fan of Fridays. They mark the end of a usually very long and busy week and the start of a (hopefully) relaxed and fun weekend with all the people I love. I found this short and sweet Ode to Fridayhere and wanted to share it :)
Oh, Friday, Glorious Friday
If I may
I’d like to say,
Come sooner next time, m’kay?
That is it! Short and sweet - just like the weekend :( unfortunately. But for now we can be happy it is Friday! Woohoo!
So after much pondering over what to post we thought a simple (yet beautiful) poem would be the perfect way to end an otherwise complicated and exhausting Monday.
You ask for a poem.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You say it is not good enough.
You ask for a poem.
I say this blade of grass will do.
It has dressed itself in frost,
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making.
You say it is not a poem,
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You are indignant.
You say it is too easy to offer grass.
It is absurd.
Anyone can offer a blade of grass.
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer,
And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept.
~Brian Patten
And before we go... just in case you are having trouble sleeping... watch this video- it really is the perfect lullaby. Gentle, but full of longing, desire and hopefulness (leaves us feeling nostalgic). And if that doesn't help... try some chocolate milk!
P.S You might find this fun (for the days when work is boring, or you feel like you need a little desktop inspiration).
