Tuesday’s Child is Full of Grace

Merciful!  Did you ever take on something great on a Tuesday? It would appear that not many opinion setters ever crowned Tuesday with outstanding achievements. It hardly seems logical to condemn Tuesday to a day of inconsequence. Perhaps I need to change my search engine?

The Stock Market crashed on a Tuesday. By now the Stock Market has crashed on enough days to shake Tuesday from its infamous place.  In 1987 the world chose Monday October 19th, which Time Magazine described as THE CRASH. Yet, stock market historians usually select Black Tuesday to scare us with the risk of loss of wealth. The Dot-com bubble reached its height on March 10, 2000 and began its decent spectacularly thereafter. So do we blame Monday for that crash as well? Friday’s record took the infamy as well.

Songs selected Tuesday for the mundane. Good Bye Ruby Tuesday – who could hang a name on you? The Rolling Stones mused about Tuesday and granted a rather unassuming existence there, where nothing is gained or lost.  Similarly the Beatles featured Tuesday in its song  of Lady Madonna. It claimed Tuesday afternoon is never ending….how could we interpret Tuesday as anything but boring.  Today’s modern lyrics for Tuesday are largely disappointing. I think Drake’s song and Chris Brown’s dedicated to Tuesday should have fast forwarded to Wednesday.

So let’s propose instead Tuesday is Triumphant. Tuesday can’t be all that bad! It is past time for a Tuesday makeover.

I searched tuesdaypoem.BlogSpot.ca and found the poem, “The Great Dying”, by Kathleen Jones. It is poignant. However, the poem was certainly not dedicated to Tuesday as a day of triumph. For those who enjoy poetry, I recommend a regular visit to Tuesday Poem, it provides the poem chosen and an interview of the poet. Let Tuesday’s poetry let your mind soar!

Perhaps, if I was Shakespeare,  I would set a scene for Tuesday. But I am only a poor mortal of meagre poetic talent and scripted the following:

Can Tuesday be compared to any day?

Thou hath the strength of any seven.

Tuesday art greater than a Monday,

Without Sunday’s determination to deliver heaven.

Romeo or Juliet would agree to live their passion on a Tuesday,

Potions measured to restore lovers to each other‘s embrace,

Tuesday’s pact is then retold but for happiness to pay

Two duelling families surrender to wedded grace.

Cannot a Tuesday produce its super moon,

For all the world to watch in splendid wonder.

A Tuesday tempts but its lovers yet to swoon

Without the havoc and torment of heaven’s thunder.

So gather up the greatness of Tuesday’s beauty

While expectant couples follow poetic honour to its duty.

Surely my beloved Shakespeare would have written a Sonnet to iambic pentameter, that with poetic certainty would have saved Tuesday from its place as a dreary flower that never was to blossom into life’s sweet fruit.

I also searched more poetry sites to find a suitable poem. Fortunately, I was able to find a worthy poem by Charlotte Emma Lewis titled “Tuesday” and found on http://www.hellopoetry.com.  The poem made me grin even though the minutes of Tuesday were quickly expiring. Please visit that web address to enjoy her words. “If I were to be a day of the week, I would be a Tuesday. Not a Monday, bright and yellow……”

My fervent wish is that Tuesday be released from the vines that strap it to its current wretched place. The week must shake the frozen Tuesday from its grasp and raise it to the sun, and let its ice moisten the fallow Tuesday field. Let a field of lupins address next Tuesday, growing tall and plentiful, bringing us safely back to early spring and the promise of a happy summer.

Mo discovered ‘what’s in a quote’

The Merchant of Venice William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

“ If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.”

The Mourning Bride by William Congreve (1670-1729):

“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”

Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)


“The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence”
These three poetic geniuses captured for us all the evidence we need to prove human kind has difficulty with change.

Yesterday I listened to a charismatic speaker drive home the importance of habits when designing the learning programs for occupational health and safety. If you repeat a best safety practice daily and make it a habit, the habit is more likely than not to improve your likelihood of safety. Well, he said it better than that, but he talked so quickly and sped from slide to slide so fast, I haven’t a chance of landing a quote. He was stressing the point of repeating things to permanently learn from them.

Well that lesson made me think about the importance of the years past.

Unlike the fancy fast talking speaker, poets leave their message on a page, delicately written so as to reflect its beauty. You just have to return to it over and over again. You can easily quote it back to others without the fear of misrepresenting.

Shakespeare clearly depicted Shylock, of Jewish faith, explaining his common traits in comparison to the Catholics. He was frustrated and felt discriminated against, misunderstood and cast apart from the large Catholic community. You certainly do not have to go too far to see this same phenomenon in the news today. Very brave souls are speaking to the media today, trying to explain the strife between religious and ethnic divides.

William Congreve took on the theme that so many movies have tried to capture, the fury of a woman scorned. Some of my movie favorites include: Nine to Five and The War of the Roses. A woman scorned is a smart, calculating, vindictive woman. As a matter of fact, I watched a fine example of that today. Some women and some men just have to strike out and make their vengeance real. They quite literally leave their mark. It is talked about, written about, sung about and poems are easily written about this historic subject.

T.S. Eliot said it best though. Pick a historic theme, or a historic pattern and you will see it repeating today! Professor Lee Berger, involved with the recent discovery of one of the earliest predecessor of man, the genus of homo naledi in South Africa. Naledi is considered to be a highly probable link between what we know of primitive bipedal primates and humans. But these are early days and the carbon dating of the bones have not been done. So we do not know if they have discovered the linkage. Professor Berger said “”… we had discovered the largest assemblage of fossil human relatives ever discovered in the history of the continent of Africa. ” But what they discovered was more than bones. It provided evidence of burial rituals depicted in burial chambers.

Once again, I am left with the opinion that truly nothing new under the sun these days.

Today’s writing exercise lead me to reacquaint myself with many of my favorite quotes. Once assembled, I could hear the authors all chime:

You see Mo, history is repeating! Seek the answers in the historic periods of peace and harmony.”