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Sunday Mornings

Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem capturing the Sunday mood
Does anybody else find that there is just something magical about Sunday’s? It seems to be a day of laziness. A day of introspection. A day of processing. Maybe even rest.

For this competition I would like you to write an introspective piece about your Sunday. See if you can capture a fine bit of story telling — that’s what I’m looking for with this contest. Not just a list of events.

Your poem should finish with the line:

Sunday morning;
the light returns.


Rules

• New writes only
• Poetry, not prose
• No erotica
• No word count. The end line should be the line provided in bold above.
• Audio / visual accepted
• Up to 2 writes per human
• Two weeks

The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Fire of Insight
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Summer Sunday School

“On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn’t believe in God.” - Michel Houellebecq

Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.

On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition,
intended to celebrate days like this.

When you don’t believe in God, the bliss
you find in looking at churches
on hot and humid Sunday mornings
is just a little sad,
but all the more
intensely beautiful for that.
The days of work pass in a bat
of Time’s eyelids.

Away, the Saturday sabbath light burns.
Sunday morning;
the light returns.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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...Christ, did you write that at the speed of light? Lol.

Quality start to the contest there, lad. Thanks for starting 🙂

The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
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Northern_Soul said:...Christ, did you write that at the speed of light? Lol.

Quality start to the contest there, lad. Thanks for starting 🙂




And thanks! It’s a great contest.

MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5592

Rietta

I felt a part of me    
grow back  
when I drove into the dusty lot    
of the flea market.    
    
Sunday crowds blossomed--    
early risers, bustling    
between tables    
already filling their shopping bags    
at 6am.    
   
Not a moment to waste--    
thoughts of arranging my wares    
collided with a tinge of anxiety    
over getting one of the last vendor tables left.    
   
Wasn't the one I'd hoped for, but    
God was still there in the clear blue sky    
and the too-tall grass, damp with dew, making    
me glad I wore my rain boots    
just in case of this.    
   
God was there in each thing I sold, each    
purge of space in my truck.    
   
He was there in the little Spanish boy    
who fell in love with my daughter's giant teddy bear    
that she no longer wanted, and    
he just had to have it--  wrapped    
in a big bag, too, so he could carry the bear.  
(There was the reason I felt compelled  
to bring a yard-waste sized bag...)
   
God was there in the old hippie    
carrying a protest sign about    
the excesses of America, and    
He was there at the booth    
where I buy my paintbrushes    
for a dollar, each.    
   
I must keep this with me , always--    
the way the world dissolves    
and sloughs off    
among familiar faces, the regulars, friends  
and those I've never met, until now  
for Sunday morning , the light  
returns .
Written by MadameLavender
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry MadameLavender! Just what I was looking for. 🙂

adagio
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Jan 2019
Forum Posts: 277

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toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 419

Sunday Morning

It's been raining on and off.
I've been hurting recently,
a strange spot of darkness,
because I'm single and yearn
for a mate.

But now,
I'm in bed, listening to the gentle taps and patters, the soft music the rain makes, awash in a sea of pillows
and blankets. The cats are curled protectively around me.
I've been sleepy all day, and I nap
for bits and pieces of the day, wake up and nap again. I feel safe, warm,
and cozy. Okay to be alone.

It's a nice feeling.

Sunday morning;
the light returns.
Written by toniscales (Lost Girl)
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_feral
Fire of Insight
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Joined 23rd Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 838

sunday maestro

they call me
to the grind
at 2pm

i've known it
for ten years
on a one
to one basis

through
japanese steel
and feathers
being stripped
down,

now i
conduct
stations &
customers
in unison

with
a chelsea
grin and
a roaring
command

i guess
there will
always be
some idiot

who forgets
to mention
a peanut
allergy

i know
that sunday
morning;
the light
returns

Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 26awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 479

Sunday morning muse

My damaged head reminds me  
how much wine I took to bed,  
still unsure on legs that stamp  
each step.  
 
The bathroom slaps me cold  
in my feeling old, can't handle it face.  
Piss proud I lean cheek first  
and taste the dry streaks of  
toothpaste on the mirror.  

The angry kettle spills hot  
as I yawn into caffeine,  
still wrapped in a quilt.  
I slide back the conservatory door  
and bathe in a burst of warm air.  
My favourite sun-bleached chair  
has been harvesting heat,  
enough to feed my aches for a while.  
 
The dog finishes off my cereal bowl  
then curls like a cat on my lap.
Her bad breath asks a question
of why we eat our own weekly shit
and the answer is simply Sunday morning;
the light returns.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
Tyrant of Words
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Hey @feral and @Razzerleaf. Thanks for both of your entries. However to meet the criteria for this contest there is a set end line in the rules. Just a gentle nod to give you time to edit 🙂

_feral
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 11awards
Joined 23rd Jan 2021
Forum Posts: 838

thank you for the heads up vitsy, all edited 👌🏻🙂


goofygoff 😂

Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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_feral said:thank you for the heads up vitsy, all edited 👌🏻🙂


goofygoff 😂


Cheers, *flower 😁



*goth black crocus

Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
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_feral said:thank you for the heads up vitsy, all edited 👌🏻🙂


goofygoff 😂


Ditto

Northern_Soul
-Missy-
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Razzerleaf said:

Ditto


Danke schön 👌🏻

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