Day one I’m filled with dread
Thoughts refusing to enter my head
Day two gets better
Stiffness starts to shatter
Day three I am energetic
Its when i feel most poetic
Day four I have anticipation
Mixed with dwindling concentration
Day five I am filled with excitement
Yet still restless, but still compliant
Day seven i feel relief
Doesnt matter that it will be brief
Day six I am calm
This day is quite a charm
Day seven i am relaxed yet weary
For to repeat the cycle will be dreary
Of your rhyming pairs, “calm and charm” and “energetic and poetic” are my favorites. Still, I couldn’t help but smile at the “weary and dreary” come the final day. I imagine you describing your writing process, but is this also in reference to the weeks into months of social distancing? What a clever way to capture the patterns of each week. I am still trying to fully grasp that whole experience. Maybe day four reflects my current challenge: “anticipation mixed with dwindling concentration.”