Saturday, June 30, 2012

weekends




it's not a commercial
but it's a Saturday - it is
a free fall of
mellow and mediocre
i love Sunday -  there a feather full
pillow with coffee service
a lover
in mind - Saturday is for fools
and timeouts, summer
baseball and holiday hat tricks
but Sunday is a real
day - always beginning with
sun-shining - always ending with sorrow
and reflection
of a window framed with beams
of loving and
a champagne breakfast

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

4 comments:

  1. Barbara,

    I have read your poem with great envy!! If only I could recapture the images from your words again. Saturdays are overloaded with shopping and Sundays here have been too rainy recently:)

    Eileen

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  2. i would not mind that kinda sunday as well....smiles...coffee, pillows and lovers....

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  3. Yes madam,
    that IS Sunday... SUN day and then that opressing evening inviting us to start what we tend to refuse to, even in a hotel room and aftr such a delicious breakfast!

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  4. i can just see this acted out, running around the stage throwing things, being happy, being emphatic

    sonnet 41

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