the day I long for –
end of another long week –
but weekends whiz by,
Wait! I didn’t get that done,
and it’s Monday once again
Friday far away.
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Colleen Chesebro’s challenge: The bussokuseki (bussokusekika) is an ancient form of waka (tanka). This form is like a tanka, but there is an extra seven syllable line at the end of the form. Choose your theme and have fun!
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Oh do familiar Lisa – expertly crafted 😃
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Thank you very much!
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Couldn’t help but smile, Lisa. It does creep up on us, doesn’t it? 😊
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Every week….☺️
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I couldn’t help but smile. It does creep up on us, doesn’t it Lisa. 😊
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Every week, Gwen! ☺️
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hahaha – even though working only some these days, I still feel this pull so deeply. A friend, Denise, reminded me its because we have had our days chedule since kindergartern (!!).
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You are so right. That’s something to think about, isn’t it? Thank you for your lovely comment, Lisa! ❤️
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haha! I know that feeling. Great poem, Lisa!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you so much, Yvette 🩷
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Some weeks, those Fridays feel miles apart! This was a fun poem. Well done, Lisa. 💜
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I agree, Colleen. Thank you very much for your kind words!
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It’s a great pleasure, Lisa. 💜
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You must have been looking at mine too, this really sums up my year and calendar thus far, evocative for me Lisa.
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Thank you, Paul. I’m sorry you can relate! I bet you can also remember being young and having summers that lasted a year?
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