Waking to the sound of the birds
outside the window
sun peeping up from her bed
moon lowering her head
for some time off from her stage
and I?
rising up from sweet slumberbash
coffee on the boil
my Moka bubbling away
telling me, it's ready to pour
into my bright blue oversized mug
waking me for the day ahead
stretching up, feeling my freedom
nowhere to go, no one to see
my only questions are to myself
maybe a roast?
with Yorkshire puddings?
I'll read the paper, and then I’ll decide
no rush, the day has just begun
so for now my choices
a stroll perhaps?
or a laze on my garden lounger
just watching nature
watching the cypress green and noble
standing still in the frozen breeze
like a painting on the Tuscan landscape
nature that's so unpredictable
anything can happen
It's Sunday, a day of rest
a day where I can relax
maybe, just maybe
I'll even paint one of those trees, onto canvas?
after all, this is
an ode to Sunday.
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- Comment from author about the poem: happy Sunday to all. 💙
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Nice writing , teddy ) happy Sunday .
Thank you sweet Rose, happy Sunday 🤗
Isn't that the perfect Sunday put together into verses? Great poem Teddy!
Thank you so much dear rhmn_7 very kind of you to pass by and say. 🌹
Sunday, not so much lazy day but rather choice day. A feeling of freedom pervades this poem and more still carefree maybe carefreedom. Colorful bright and open a fulfilling felling to the opening or closing, as you choose, of a week.
Thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
There is nothing like a Sunday with a sundae at the local dessert parlor. Your Sunday is a treat in words.
Awe thank you dear Thoughtless, happy Sunday Sir. 🌹
Got to call out the set builders, but they won’t come out on a Sunday…
Love your Sunday, Teddy. Don’t want to boast but it is an almost perfect description of quite a number of days in my week (retired). There’s trees out of my window, flowers, green…but it just ain’t quite Tuscan. Can smell the coffee from here.
A very evocative write.
Thank you Dave, I'm glad you have some beautiful scenery around you. 🌹
Paint the tree? Did the tree not grow with color? Ahh well, yes it is Sunday, Do whatever your heart desires Teddy. After all, you are a poet and an artist. 🌹
Paint the tree onto canvas my dear A.P lol thank you dear poet. 🌹 Thank you I edited 💙
Teddy's commas around "onto canvass" wreak a lovely havoc on the sentence. I kinda liked the momentary vision of Teddy digging in the shed for a couple cans of paint.
Dearest jarcher54 thank you so much Sir. 🌹
😁🌹
You've sure not lost your touch - I'm reminded of one my early poems in which I refer to the land of cobalt skies ''where cyprus fingers point''
Your art today inspired this one dear Michael, thank you dear friend. 🌹
Ah bless.
Sharing your Sunday morning thoughts and sights and sounds is a treat! Anything can happen. For us as well as you! My Sunday has been busy, occasionally stressful, but unlike Monday I don't have to check in with anyone and attend to their agenda!
Dear Jarcher54, Thank you for your wonderful review, happy Monday. 🌹
There is nothing quite like a relaxing Sunday with the freedom to do as one pleases, and then to be in Tuscany as well. Just too uplifting and spiritual an experience. it seems ever so fitting that you paint that tree. Loved your poem. - Phil A.
It's certainly not always like this dear Phil, so when it is I take every opportunity to keep it this way. 🤣 Thank you so much dear friend. 🌹
So uplifting, I'm jealous. This kind of simple pleasure often eludes me; thank for reminding me of it.
lol believe me Dan, it's not always this way, so very kind of you to come by and leave your kind words, thank you. 🌹
Wonderful ode Teddy, we too had a relaxing Sunday.
Andy
I would never doubt that dear Andy, happy Monday my dear friend. 🌹
am surrounded by trees, squirrels forever squabbling, and a birds nest right outside my window here on my 2nd floor flat. and your Ode To Sunday adds even more of a sparkle Teddy.
Awe, makes me miss home dearest Melvin, great to see you dear friend. Thank you 💙
superb work, sweet Teddy.
Thomas dear Thomas, you been on holiday? lol thank you dear poet. 🌹
No, just lazy. Lol. Thanks for welcoming me back. I've missed you.
That is also classed as holiday lol 🤣
lol
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