For years — seven of them! — I’ve wondered what to do for the Friday edition of this blog.
“Why is Friday different than other days?” you might reasonably ask.
“Well,” I answer, reasonably, because you started out reasonably and so I felt reassured that you weren’t just trying to start an argument for the sake of arguing, “People in general are less likely to spend a lot of time with a blog on Fridays, because they’re more interested in wrapping work up and getting on with their weekends. In fact, a lot of people don’t even read blogs on Fridays at all.”
“And also,” I continue, still reasonably, “on Fridays I am generally kind of interested in getting on with the weekend, too.”
Finally, with utmost reasonableness, I conclude, “So big long posts on Friday don’t make a ton of sense.”
Anyway, ’til now my strategy for Fridays has been, “Do nothing.” It seems like a sound strategy, and is certainly easy to adhere to.
But this morning, I had an idea.
“What if,” I said, because apparently I am doing a lot of monologuing today, “I reserved Fridays for poetry? Specifically, short, poignant, evocative, original free verse in which I describe what my plans are for the weekend?”
“And furthermore,” I said, to nobody in particular, which made sense because nobody was even around, “What if I encouraged whatever readers happen to stumble (for I imagine my readers as the type of people who often stumble about) across my blog to comment in the form of free verse as well, whether to describe their own weekend plans or make snappy remarks about mine!”
I knew, instantly, that this is was a brilliant plan, and not just because I was the one who had it.
And so, without further introduction, I present the first Edition of:
Free Verse Friday, Edition 1: Ruminations on Quality of Life, and On Bratwurst
The workweek has been long
I have convinced eight analysts
To put more than 1200 pieces of paper on a wall
Truly, I am persuasive
But I am tired
The house smells of bratwurst, boiling in beer
In a few short hours I am going to Moab
To ride around the White Rim
And a few people I probably have never met
Annual RAWROD tomorrow!
Bratwurst by campfire tonight!
My life is perfect.
PS: For those of you who wish to comment in the form of free verse, please do your best to end your poem with “Thank you” so that we know it’s done.