Something About Sunday

Sunday…

Something About Sunday

There’s something about Sunday

a peaceful feeling in the air…

lackadaisical

the sky holds a certain kind of blue…

 

True to the quiet murmurs

the half-hearted ties of loose ends

the whirr of laundry

washing away

the labors of yesterday’s pay…

 

The hum of football

lulling tired men, off to sleep

in creaky LazyBoys…

the distant buzz of a mower, releasing

the sweet aroma of fresh-cut grass…

 

The sounds of children playing

enjoying the needed pause

from the usual grind of routine…

their only care-

the dreaded call, for a good bathing.

 

Perhaps it all comes from the palms

of genuine prayers

the silent blessings of churchgoers

painting calm into the day…

either way

there’s just something about Sunday.

 

The quiet day, after the world was made.

Melissa Hougard

I have always enjoyed writing as a creative and healing outlet. Although I am not a formally trained poet, I have found a natural inclination to explore its remarkable power and beauty.

I gravitate towards rhyming verse, free of any constraints, and strive to create an experience through sound, flow, and imagery. I am a writer at Allpoetry.com. and a proud Mother of two beautiful boys.

Thank you for visiting.

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Melissa Hougard

I have always enjoyed writing as a creative and healing outlet. Although I am not a formally trained poet, I have found a natural inclination to explore its remarkable power and beauty. I gravitate towards rhyming verse, free of any constraints, and strive to create an experience through sound, flow, and imagery. I am a writer at Allpoetry.com. and a proud Mother of two beautiful boys. Thank you for visiting.

10 thoughts on “Something About Sunday

  • November 7, 2016 at 2:19 PM
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    Melissa, Beautiful piece , I have always loved a Sunday , I remember my first experience living in a town having moved from the countryside when I was about seven , I was unhappy about leaving the country and being there ,– And then for the first time I heard something as simple as church bells ! That has been one of my most peaceful memories ever . Thank you for this !

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    • November 9, 2016 at 2:45 PM
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      Thank you Ed, so glad that I could tap into a positive memory. Makes me smile. 🙂

      Best,
      Mel

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  • November 7, 2016 at 2:28 PM
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    A very lovely and nostalgic poem, Mel. It took me back to my childhood and those memories of lazy, peaceful Sundays. I so enjoyed reading this. Very nicely penned in a smooth and quiet way. I love it.

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    • November 9, 2016 at 2:47 PM
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      Thank you Phyllis, I am ao glad that tou connected with this. Appreciate it very much!

      Best,
      Mel

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  • November 7, 2016 at 5:59 PM
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    Wow, such imagery and the absolute feel of a Sunday, so beautifully penned and emoted, Mel. Your work is filled with warmth and each word attaches to the heart so freely and profoundly. I love your work. Take care dear poet.

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    • November 9, 2016 at 2:51 PM
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      Thank you Tony, you are very kind. Glad you appreciated the expression. Now, if only I could master pasting my single spacing… Ha! Appreciate your help, I shall try again, soon!

      Best,
      Mel

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  • November 8, 2016 at 12:38 AM
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    Lovely poem, Mel. Sunday is my favourite day of the week….I choose to relax that day if possible and just do things I enjoy. Watching a little sport, football etc on TV, a bit of writing, etc. Maybe it is all the prayers of church-goers in the air. You described it well.

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    • November 9, 2016 at 2:52 PM
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      Ahh, that Sunday bliss. Thank you John, so glad you can appreciate it. 🙂

      Best,
      Mel

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  • November 26, 2016 at 1:45 PM
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    There really is something about Sunday. It almost forces a relaxation, doesn’t it?

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    • November 30, 2016 at 10:23 AM
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      It really does Jackie, I love Sundays! Thanks for stopping in, I appreciate it.

      Best,
      Mel

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