Something About Sunday
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.
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.
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, 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 !
Thank you Ed, so glad that I could tap into a positive memory. Makes me smile. 🙂
Best,
Mel
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.
Thank you Phyllis, I am ao glad that tou connected with this. Appreciate it very much!
Best,
Mel
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.
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
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.
Ahh, that Sunday bliss. Thank you John, so glad you can appreciate it. 🙂
Best,
Mel
There really is something about Sunday. It almost forces a relaxation, doesn’t it?
It really does Jackie, I love Sundays! Thanks for stopping in, I appreciate it.
Best,
Mel