Ridges of red and gray outlined the whole sky
Expressing with their dumb tongues, the greatness on high
The city looked drab ere the lights began to twinkle
It appeared to be on the earth’s face – a gray, and anticipated wrinkle.
Activity was sparse, especially since it was Sunday
Which is now universally accepted as a fun day
Crowds jostled each other at theatres and at beaches
Whilst some relaxed at home, and ate apples and peaches
It was a clear and calm day with brightness all around
A day, which in a week, is only once but found
When joy and happiness prevails, and a well-earned rest is got
When you can cool the temper that had all along been hot –
With a lolly in your hand
And a smile on your face
You stroll along the beach
At a very leisurely pace
Throwing into the sea
The misery and gloom In your heart
And quicken up your steps
To make a fresh start…
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wishing all the poets and readers a blessed and beautiful weekend..
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May all of your Sundays be filled with joy Nafisa.
Andy
Thank you so much 💐I wish you the very same 🤗
This poem had the meter of the season meaning it felt somehow Christmassy. The message a good one cleverly said. And may your day be full of peace and joy Nafisa
Is it.🤔 In fact there is a poem on Christmas written long ago which will be shared at the appropriate time 😆thanks for the feedback and have a good day
You are most welcome Nafisa
Well written, Happy weekend to you.........Your poem reflects on the transformative power of a calm, leisurely day, particularly Sunday, as a time to relax, rejuvenate, and escape from the stresses of daily life. It highlights the contrast between the drabness of a city before the onset of leisure and the vibrancy that comes with relaxation and joy.
thanks for understanding the underlying message.
God bless you..
yes, thanks, I do believe that it is a time to relax, rejuvenate, and get ready to face the challenges of the new week. Have a beautiful month ahead.
You amaze - You mean exotic India ☺️reveres Sunday? Despite you wishing a happy weekend many times, for some reason I had never given it a thought...
The write even feels at home here too!
Thanks for the enlightenment.
So happy to have 'enlightened' you because Sunday is a universally revered day - even in the East, and especially in India..
India is many different things - it is a blend of both the exotic and the plain - depends on which state of the country you are traveling in - so if you are upto it, I would suggest you take a holiday in the quiet and calm backwaters of the South, especially Kerala, and realize how relaxing it can be - every day feels like a holiday or Sunday
That said - here's wishing you a beautiful week ahead...
A whole week??😊
Absolutely ! why would you not want it??
My friend, this lands with a calm clarity…the gentle pace, the bright sky, the tossing away of old heaviness. You captured the ease of a day meant for breathing again. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you so much - glad the poem resonated with you.
have a great week/month ahead..
Beautiful.
thank you
Once upon a time, Sunday was a day of rest, now it's just a day.
The beach sounds great in contrast to freezing Britain.
Thankfully even though its cooler in the mornings, it is till pleasant through the day, so the beaches are always crowded [in fact all through the year] though we avoid going for that very reason. So Sunday is definitely a rest day here...
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