A day off for me
Even the birds outside
A day off for life
Seem to know what day it is
To recover from boring attention
Long dozy silences
Without being mined for meaning
Between their verses
A day when the ununderstood is left
So liquid as to leave the surface
3 thoughts on “Sunday Morning”
I love this! Parallel poetry
Thank you! Yes, I’m trying to play with it a bit as a way of creating a sense of depth and layers, inner and outer expressions, simultaneity. Thanks so much for writing.
I hope I am able to express you are a truly gifted writer ! It is rare to feel words come to life, and they really do, somehow.
Really enjoying your songs:)