Slow Sunday Mornings
The doves are both at it again
and it’s not even
five thirty five in the morning ..
They surely can’t
be mourning doves he thought
rubbing the sleep
from his eyes and smiling at her
still all fast asleep
beneath the second hand quilt
laying by his side ..
Don’t you just love these early
wake up calls darling
while the dog is still dreaming
of long lost bones at
the foot of our stairs, making out
like an old tan rug ..
Jeez the church bell will begin in
an hour or so to add
extra depth and meaning to our slow
Sunday morning rituals
don’t you wish it could go on forever ..
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That minuet that one awakes and just wants to go back to sleep for another hour. Too many things going on. Nicely done Neville
Many thanks my friend .. Neville
Most welcome have a great day.
Good write N. Is it Sunday today? Well, I'm sure it's Easter next week, yes?! lol. I dunno what year it is, let alone what day.
I am lost for words ..
As nutty as a Bavarian... something .... cuckoo clock?! lol.
I’m really glad you can find so much value in the five thirty start, Mine too, but I wish it could be eight thirty or nine. I define myself as a night owl and late riser. Now the up late remains, but also the five thirty wakefulness has reached a state of permanency, become fixed and….. All this has nothing to do with your situation, Neville – Your enjoyment clearly evident here.
It's dreadful isn't it this early morning lark .. just be sure you aint alone Dave .. Cheers too .. Neville
Thanks Neville... I was not sure if there was a smigin of irony in your work up there, so tried to have a bet each way.
wise choice .. always ..
Certainly a relevant caution relating to my over six years as a contributor to MPS...
the old dog done good .. again ..
That Couple next door: The Doves , maybe you should have a word with them. At it on a Sunday Morning.
I remember the Salvation army on Sunday Mornings way back. In your Street. Didn't need an Alarm clock then. A good Write.
Thank you most kindly Kevin .. Neville
My Pleasure.
Every-day mornings
are filled with repetition
until one cannot.
We have doves who nest beneath our deck and their cooing often woke us early in the morning. We're so used to it now it no longer wakes us. Our morning rituals follow the same pattern until we are both fully awake.
Your poem hit a nerve such that I thought you were writing about us. Your last line brings a real truth to the poem. We are grateful for every day we spend together on this Earth. needless to say I loved this poem. - Phil A.
Thanks a million Phil .. Neville
Those early mornings are so special, I should know I am awake early every morning.
Andy
........................... .. Snap .. @ least you get a crack @ those early worms you old rascal .. 👍
Reminds me of the doves that used to nest in our rain spouts in the winter and had nestlings in the spring. 🙏🏻🕊️
these ones do nothing all year round except nest & breed, nest and breed .. and of course coo .. they drive my Border Terrier up the wall .. ta .. Neville
Neville, what a warm and tender piece. The sleepy household, gentle humor, and deep affection make this feel like a moment worth holding onto. Absolutely lovely, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You Tristan, are as always, way too generous my friend .. and I thank you as always from the bottom of my 🖤🐧🏴🐈⬛🥀👍
Great imagery in this poem. Congratulations.
Many sincere and huge thanks .. Please excuse this late acknowledgement but I have been otherwise indisposed .. Neville
Beautifully written. Can visualize the scene completely 🤗💐
Many thanks my friend .. Always a pleasure to have you check in .. Neville 😎👍
You can definitely be the charmer when it suits your fancy. Gorgeous and rendered to effect in your fashion, oh! What a very lovely number indeed. Thank you for sharing, Sir.
Great to have you stop by my friend .. Thanks tons .. Neville
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