Unnerving Sunday
No stress no worry
No dark thoughts of the coming Monday
As used to be when there was school or work
But foreboding nonetheless
You can hear time
Not ticking just passing
The sofa becomes transport
Through the quiet
Something vaguely uncomfortable
Teases in the air
But is not shown
I suppose it's quite normal at that point
To hunch one's shoulders
If one is alone
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Fantasy
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A fine write Lorna.
I should have been with you in church for protection.
Agghh! I was not there. Nut have the comfort of the Paraclete (one called alongside to help) - the Holy Spirit. Mentioned in some of poems. Or maybe have comfort of a quiet-ish parakeet! Ya knows what that is - a bird!
Learned a new word! Thanks for that. Fido wouldn't approve of the bird though.
A very riveting write and video Lorna.
Thank you AP! I'm so glad you didn't leave.
Leaving would admit defeat. I've decided to just ignore ignorance. 😉
wanna know something funny
the brilliant French vocabulary
put everything you're expressing/feeling
in this write, in-to just one word
'Ennui'
(literal definition of Sunday afternoon
sudden lacklustre mood)
lol, thanks for sharing
I love that word! Used to read a lot of Russian novels and they all "had it".........like some terrible wasting illness.
The eerie knowledge that one, alone, is heading passively toward the end of... end of what... end of control of ones faculties, end of freedom as a 'home' beckons, health as susceptability to some gross illness?
I enjoyed the art and skill of your poem today and it's haunting tone.
thank you~!
Sunday? used to be a bugger once.. now? Long time retired, Sunday just like every other day - especially during Covid lockdown....which looks like a long one...I just like my own company.. plus a visit to MPS... however I do know what yer mean...because you did it so neatly.
Ta Dave.........
Lorna,
I’m so happy it’s Monday morning!
Phew 😮💨
An intriguing and hypnotizing feeling came over me when listening to your excellent choice of video for your poem. The uneasiness of being alone on a Sunday night can be daunting.
Laura🌻
I scared myself writing this......... ha!
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An hypnotic feel to this disclosure of what shivers a Sunday can deliver to those who hear time ticking on through Sunday quiet. A really evocative read dear Lorna.
A dark poem. one expressing sad feelings. Is it of age ? I think of being alone . Well written. Thank you for sharing.
there is something vaguely sinister about this .. maybe you drew my attention to my own mortality .. whatever the case, you did it without me moving my lips and just a little shiver .......................most enjoyably tho' I might just add N 🙂
Vaguely sinister..... it's creepy as hell..............
Being alone does not necessarily lead to loneliness, there is so much in life to appreciate even if we are lone.
Andy
Oh I agree Andy. It wasn't really about loneliness.....
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