Poetry competition CLOSED 4th July 2021 10:46pm
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Razzerleaf
Sunday Mornings
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7th day wonder
T'was easy, as the dawn that cries, with no alarm
a cock that crowed his brazen song
the clock that ticks in total calm
and so you lie, prostrate, prolonged
Reap the calm after the storm, alone
your tousled hair was left uncombed
and let the mind slouch in a chair
with thoughts like piles of dirty underwear
Warm the leftover Pizza, not quite stale
refill the empty coffee jar
in retrospect. discard the junk unopened mail
was he a bummer or a star
For a day of rest as the bible quotes
for night was milked on passion's wheel
the heat so stoked, in echoed notes
your heart laid bare and all revealed
Toils rusty chain has flopped
the day when you don't chase your tail
clouds will part, the sun to glint on your outcrop
dress down, power suits left on the rail
Sweet tidings rest upon each yawn
massage of a long hot bath, feel the tension ease
to slouch in your pajama uniform
time to share and shoot the breeze
Buzzed Facebook msg, on your phone
rest easy, for he will calm all your concerns
"sweet kisses and are you alone"
Sunday morning; the light returns
a cock that crowed his brazen song
the clock that ticks in total calm
and so you lie, prostrate, prolonged
Reap the calm after the storm, alone
your tousled hair was left uncombed
and let the mind slouch in a chair
with thoughts like piles of dirty underwear
Warm the leftover Pizza, not quite stale
refill the empty coffee jar
in retrospect. discard the junk unopened mail
was he a bummer or a star
For a day of rest as the bible quotes
for night was milked on passion's wheel
the heat so stoked, in echoed notes
your heart laid bare and all revealed
Toils rusty chain has flopped
the day when you don't chase your tail
clouds will part, the sun to glint on your outcrop
dress down, power suits left on the rail
Sweet tidings rest upon each yawn
massage of a long hot bath, feel the tension ease
to slouch in your pajama uniform
time to share and shoot the breeze
Buzzed Facebook msg, on your phone
rest easy, for he will calm all your concerns
"sweet kisses and are you alone"
Sunday morning; the light returns
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Sunday Mournings
Sunday mornings are the hardest.
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—same one we always meant to get swept
when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards the magazine, seeking inspiration from this week’s poet.
First page opened reveals a happy couple.
Dressed like us. Traveling like us.
‘Unexpected Italy’ it heralds, along with a less unexpected longing in my womb.
The same one you used to inhabit.
The very space you failed to hold sacred.
On morns like this, I mourn the (al)most.
R.
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—same one we always meant to get swept
when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards the magazine, seeking inspiration from this week’s poet.
First page opened reveals a happy couple.
Dressed like us. Traveling like us.
‘Unexpected Italy’ it heralds, along with a less unexpected longing in my womb.
The same one you used to inhabit.
The very space you failed to hold sacred.
On morns like this, I mourn the (al)most.
R.
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Not an entry (it’s not a new write). But I couldn’t resist putting it into a comp of the same name (almost).
R.
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Thanks for the win-- totally surprised , so many great entries !
Much love to every one !
Much love to every one !
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