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Author Name: Freejohncarter 4 Comments
Date Added: March 30, 2008 07:03:11 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Sunday

 

Sunday

My mind is set in one direction
But she goes her own way
She has no time to waste
On the concrete that I paste
You cannot run through a field of daisies
Without disturbing of a few.
Sanctuary is found by bell swingers
With nothing better to do.
A Sunday of hope
At the end of a rope.
The smell of coffee brewing
Listening to the rainís heartbeat
Hoping for a thunderbolt
That would sweep me off my feet.
Animals have the right idea
Not subject to our ways
The symphony of sound resounds
Like music to my ears.
I listen to the warmth that surrounds me
City people sometimes never see
I see the smallest of creatures
Having fun in their simplicity.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes:
Church bells ringing, not much sleep. It did make sense when i wrote it. Give me a nightingale any day.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on March 31, 2008 07:18:59 PM Report
Simplicity is very refreshing and satisfying--a message you've shown so clearly in these lines. Nice detail! =))

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeAdri on March 31, 2008 01:49:38 PM Report
Interesting... Actually Unique.  I like this John.
Adri x

Comment By: FreeAngel on March 30, 2008 11:04:27 AM Report
Nature is so calming. This was a beautiful poem

 

Love Angelxx

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 30, 2008 07:58:50 AM Report
The symphony of sound resounds

Like music to my ears.

I listen to the warmth that surrounds me

City people sometimes never see

I see the smallest of creatures

Having fun in their simplicity.

  You do have a great way of thinking and writing
... Nature  is so peaceful...
 Life goes on every day... Great poem...
Hugs ~ She Whispers






 


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