The Quiet of an Ordinary Saturday

An ordinary Saturday…

The Quiet of an Ordinary Saturday

It’s Saturday, and all is quiet

perhaps everyone is at the beach
escaping this unseasonable heat

There’s a dreary spot on my rug
it’s calling me, to embrace the spirit
of a good spring cleaning…
but I just want to relax, ease my mind
dive into a good movie, escape
the flatness of this ordinary feeling

Reluctantly, I grab my sponge
with indignant determination
pouring over the tarry-black stain,
dragged in from all the construction
tearing up the alleyway

My thoughts take me away
into a meditative state, and I get lost
within the dusty floorboards, cleaning
all of the forgotten corners
wearing soft little webs, holding gnats
and dried up crumbs

My thoughtless sponge, carries me
up the walls, and over the unseen tops
of bookcases, and for a brief moment
I consider pulling out
all of my books and cleaning
underneath…
but I’m not that ambitious, after all
still, I venture higher into the grayness
of my ever spinning ceiling fan-
revealing its original shade…

Then it hits me
the reason it’s so quiet, today
all of the workers, remembered
to enjoy their well-earned Saturday…

So, I put my sponge away
to appreciate the quiet remaining
in my ordinary day.

 

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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.

9 thoughts on “The Quiet of an Ordinary Saturday

  • May 20, 2017 at 11:21 PM
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    Oh the things we can find to do when we just want to relax. I love this poem, Mel – it reminds me of all the times I cannot relax because of so many things that need attention. Great work and a delight to read.

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    • May 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM
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      I know Phyllis, sometimes it’s just hard to let some of those little things go, and take some, me time. Appreciate your comment!

      Best,
      Mel

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  • May 21, 2017 at 12:28 AM
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    We all deserve a break, especially in your circumstance, the house the kids: I get it. It’s damned exhausting. Hope you are into a movie with your legs up and letting Saturday just drift by. Love it Mel.

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    • May 21, 2017 at 3:48 PM
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      Haha, yeah, it can be. It’s definitely its own kind of draining. Good thing I am living small. 😉 Thank you Tony.

      Best,
      Mel

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  • May 21, 2017 at 3:17 AM
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    Mel drop the sponge my friend and back away slowly, enjoy your Saturday… enjoyed it.. thank you.

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    • May 21, 2017 at 3:49 PM
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      Haha sponge dropped, great advice! Thank you Kurt, nice to hear from you.

      Best,
      Mel

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  • May 21, 2017 at 10:31 AM
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    A well deserved break indeed. Ill be honest i cant wait for both my daughters dance classes to end so there will be nothing in saturdays but to enjoy the day. Excellent piece Mel much enjoyed

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    • May 21, 2017 at 3:52 PM
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      Do dance classes end? I don’t think mine ever did, practice practice!! I wish you and your dancers some lovely free time.
      Thank you, Paul.

      Best,
      Mel

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  • May 21, 2017 at 7:08 PM
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    There is always work to do, Mel, but we need to take a break now and then. Glad you took the advice and dropped that sponge.

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