Sunday

Dasim

 

Once in a while,

as late afternoon sunlight

gently tiptoes in,   

steam from my coffee mug

dances a welcome gesture

and my living room walls blush pink.

Faraway noises curl up to me

and the book on my lap

does not want to be read, only held.

Past and Future smile at each other,

while the Present kisses my mouth.

The illusion of time erased for an instant,

then, with a spark,

the moment is gone.

To return

Maybe?

Surely,

some other time.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2021 09:47
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
  • Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind
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Comments3

  • aDarkerMind

    very touching and very expressive.
    one to savour;

  • Dasim

  • Paul Bell

    One cup of coffee and the world becomes a better place.
    Today will go to return tomorrow, get the kettle on.



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