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
waterbed.

I quietly maneuvered
myself out from beneath
the covers like a letter
slipping out of an envelope,
reached for my bathrobe,
tiptoed
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.

11 comments:

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:
http://bellamocha.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/sunday-scribblings-solace/

Happy Sunday in your solace!
Bella:)

Rob Kistner said...

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

Tumblewords: said...

Perfect! Perfect!

Anonymous 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 Camp 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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