Sunday

Sunday.. an utter desire drains.

 It’s Sunday and the sky is blue,

So cobalt that the clouds look like spirits in the sky.

The cat’s been busy working at the rows it’s planted on my arm;

The morning brings your face as my alarm.  

 

It’s Sunday and the trees are green;

The ants look like chocolate in some sea of mint.

My skin has seared from sun and thought.

I nearly called you once today, declining what I sought.

 

It’s Sunday and the water’s cooling.

I break my bones to break the water.

There’s no intrusion under here

With broken light and hurt that’s clear.

 

It’s Sunday and the tea is comely,

I’ll neatly tuck the skin away and melt beneath the liquid.

The cells have swelled beyond profusion

Bringing on my dear confusion.

 

It’s Sunday and the loathing bawls.

The day is spent

And odium draws.

Reviews

[Raja]

"So cobalt that the clouds look like spirits in the sky.The cat's been busy working at the rows it's planted on my arm; The morning brings your face as my alarm. " I like this part very much.

Obviously, the face the one we like comes as an alarm to our leisure time first.

Such a simple thing, written with that much simplicity!!

Thank you for letting me read this.

Regards

Raja

[Last Lying Look]

"The ants look like chocolate in some sea of mint."

I really enjoyed that line for some reason. Excellent poem overall as well.

[Larissa G.]

I'm impressed by this - I love poems where simple days and parts of our lives can be transformed into a piece of art.
Well done. :)

[Blue Sky]

You have such a spectucular wording
to expressing the utter yearning
and I really thought it was just wonderful
with great rhyming with flowing words
and so much intrigue,
the lines compliment each other!
such wonderful way to word that utter desire,

loathing bawls
and odium draws,

Great way to draw the conclusion
Your writing is really wonderful!
Beautiful and outstanding piece!! Well done!

[Ray Hamilton]

A wonderfully written piece, filled with emotion
I can relate to the emotion in this write
I enjoyed it Ray { Not a Poet }

[darkgurl]

"It's Sunday and the water's cooling.I break my bones to break the water.There's no intrusion under hereWith broken light and hurt that's clear" I like these lines here, this is a well written write I can see the emotion put into it.