Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Ode to Wednesday Night


Maybe not the first
But with luck, the last
You have shown me something
Something I’ve not yet known

You make winter smile
Spring, summer and fall must follow
I may say I love you
But I may just love your company

Perhaps in time
Your glance will meet mine
And negate the spoken words

To transcend all
Me in your arms
You in my heart
Feel me through letters
That spell my emotions

In black lace
Limbs awry
Wednesday night
I love you


— Mark Butkus




Posted by Unknown at 8:25 AM
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17 comments:

  1. Mama ZenDecember 7, 2011 at 8:19 PM

    Worry about Thursday morning in the morning!

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  2. Bar None Publishing GroupDecember 7, 2011 at 8:31 PM

    You got it Mama! Live for the moment and if the moment leads to a new day or new season...

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  3. Cressida de NovaDecember 7, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    Yes, I too have always found Wednesday night particularly alluring:)

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  4. HannahDecember 8, 2011 at 8:17 AM

    this is so beautiful

    http://keepcalmandbookworm.blogspot.com/

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  5. ClaudiaDecember 13, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    now i'm getting a bit envious of your wednesday nights..smiles...black lace..hmmm... your wednesday nights seem so much more exciting than mine..smiles... love the spirit in this mark and the underlying sensuality..

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  6. Bar None Publishing GroupDecember 13, 2011 at 3:21 PM

    You flatter me Claudia. Your poems exude sensuality. I fumble around in the dark.

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  7. Glenn ButtkusDecember 13, 2011 at 4:05 PM

    Ah to be in lust on a lovely hump day,
    with that black lace as muse, and
    someone new, someone auditioning
    for partner, or at least companion.
    A "Butkus" can write no wrong.

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  8. Bar None Publishing GroupDecember 13, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    We gotta stick together Glenn...maybe not too close together. Not that there's anything wrong with that ;)

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  9. hedgewitchDecember 13, 2011 at 5:29 PM

    Such a natural and simple-seeming outpouring, full of fine lines and lush imagery, yet with depths of thought, very concise and clean, as well. I love it when poets write about love.

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  10. Brian MillerDecember 13, 2011 at 5:32 PM

    oh nice...hump day...haha...but i might call wednesday every day with the right kind of motivation you know...nice write...

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  11. AnonymousDecember 14, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    hey thats a fine ending - really whips up a triumph... enjoy your evening ;)

    arron shilling

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  12. AnonymousDecember 14, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    truly beautiful, I dig it! :)
    happy rally!!!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/15/nobody/

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  13. AnonymousDecember 15, 2011 at 5:10 AM

    Awesome write. Yearning for that true love. Very well done!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/a-thousand-candles/

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  14. MorningDecember 15, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    lovely.
    keep sharing.

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  15. AnonymousDecember 22, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    I will not think of wednesdays in the same way for a long while. K.

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  16. Bar None Publishing GroupDecember 22, 2011 at 7:46 AM

    How do you feel now, on the morning after?

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  17. Erick FloresDecember 22, 2011 at 12:31 PM

    Wow, so many questions that arose. This was well written; creative indeed. Keep it up!

    -Erick Flores

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