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
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteI 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
i would not mind that kinda sunday as well....smiles...coffee, pillows and lovers....
ReplyDeleteYes madam,
ReplyDeletethat 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!
i can just see this acted out, running around the stage throwing things, being happy, being emphatic
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Hi great reading youur blog
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