emotional clouds
heavy with the grey of now
hiding the sunset
issues faced on Sunday night
The dread falls within the rain
Tag: Sunday
A Different Sunday
One Sunday afternoon
she left the washing and the cleaning alone,
for the day had changed.
Sipping sweet something
she hummed a tune and said, “Perhaps I will
do what he does for a day.”
When Sunday afternoon
became Sunday evening, her husband asked,
“Where is dinner, dear?”
She looked up and said, “I don’t know. I have
decided to do what you do today.”
Sunday
remnants of plunger coffee
the washing and dryer blues
empty pegs on the clothesline
the moments of reflection
a longing for the rain clouds
this land cries out in the drought
burnt by the sun in winter
a fleeting glimpse of freedom
the sun makes way for the frost
This Land
I contemplate rest and the feelings of a Sunday afternoon as the sun of a late Autumn day touches my skin.
From my favourite window, I sit at my desk watching the trees on the hill, the movements of an occasional cow, and the birds speaking in a foreign language.
With the accumulation of knowledge, humanity, and the experience of nature, there is a feeling of the “other” ancestors who are not my own.
This land is the land of spirituality and has a connection to many nations, yet she is losing herself to housing, commerce, and people.
I contemplate the passing afternoon with a sense of quiet, think about how I live, and realise I am becoming one of those people.
The Call of the Sea
Another transient weekend
replaced too soon by the
jealous work week.
Barely rested from last week,
the new work week takes
away our day at the sea.
The sounds of the old waves
moving towards the shore,
enticing us quit our jobs and
flee the neverending cycle.
You, Me, Sunday
A grey Sunday
We sit on the couch
Potato Chips
Cups of tea and coffee
Matching robes
We munch the day away
Watching shows
Sunday
A moony sky
lighting up the night.
Cold sheets
slowly warming up.
Sleeping late,
as Sunday is here.
Doing little, feeling
a lazy kind of vibe,
as Sunday passes.
Sunday afternoon
After so much grey,
sunshine warms us.
Floppy sheets now
feel cool and crisp.
The cat lays feet up,
rolling in the rays.
Sitting on the couch
feeling all my years.
Time passes quietly
in a Boketto trance.
Napping on Sunday
with eyes wide open.