Sunday, July 27, 2008

Solace for Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Morning

It was Sunday morning
and I snuck out of bed
to enjoy
some quiet time,
some me time,
while you stayed
cocooned in our

I quietly maneuvered
myself out from beneath
the covers like a letter
slipping out of an envelope,
reached for my bathrobe,
down the stairs
avoiding the squeaky ones,

then sat in a pond
of sunshine
and read a book
enjoying the poetry
of quiet Sunday mornings.


Cynthia said...

A perfect way to spend Sunday
morning, written like telling
a secret.

Anonymous said...

This sounds so lovely, a wonderful start to a Sunday! I love the way you've written this, as Cynthia said, almost like a confession....very effective!

Mine is up at:

Happy Sunday in your solace!

Rob Kistner said...

This warmed my bones and my soul... really captivating! ;)

tumblewords said...

Perfect! Perfect!

keithsramblings said...

What bliss!

Granny Smith said...

This made me think of one of my favorite John Denver songs, "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy..." Add a book to it and what could be better?

anthonynorth said...

A perfect, peaceful Sunday.

Beth said...

A lovely, peaceful poem that hides its depth in simplicity.

danni said...

"like a letter slipping out of an envelope" - how perfect is that??? --- i've done that from time to time and my hero always jokingly says i've gotten loose again - i love the quality of the stealth through your poem, makes it seem like your on an adventure seeking treasure - then you get it!!!

paisley said...

i loved the letter/envelope scenario as well... beautiful as always....

Anonymous said...

That is a lovely soft and precise poem with a very delicate tone. I particularly like you slipping out of bed like a letter out of an envelope, that is a lovely image.

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