Wednesday as a Language Poem
Wednesday
Wed nest day
What is ta day?
Weed noise day
Ved es day?
Wedlock Ness Day?
weeded wedded wadded what?
well, She say
Vet S Day
ya ever vetted your ess?
The answer: daily
Wednesday
the wind wedded to the wet of rain
and here I stand
at the door
pouring all my regret out
like warm air into the cold
for I wanted today to be a better day
than yesterday
poor Tuesday
with its heart broken
the dog gone
the sun shining like nostalgia
the cup smashed
but it was empty after Monday’s hard
knock
in the morning
by Dan Cuddy
Editor’s Note: Language poetry has a long and storied history of adherents and haters. This poem transcends that particular argument because of the strength of the closing stanza.
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