Soulful Sunday

Fortune for the day – “When anger spreads through the breast, guard thy tongue from barking loudly.” – Sapho

Anger does start in the chest, doesn’t it? And it has a burning feel to it, that does spread like fire and even sometimes like an inferno. What are you feeling right now? What does that feeling feel like, in each part of your body? Notice it. Stay with it. Describe it. Feel it. Let it go.

New friends, Sundays are our Poetry Workshop days. I share a poem and I feel a longing to have more of my readers share their poems in the Comments section. (Longing is a hollow feeling deep in my core, I’ve noticed) Anyway, it’s safe here. Even if you don’t feel like sharing, write a poem just for yourself today. You’ll find it freeing. You’ll be able to express more than you ever could with regular prose. I promise. Here’s my poem for today:

Sunday Morning

Windchimes tinkling softly

Sun rising assuredly

Lake moving swiftly

Leaves stirring slightly

Mind waking slowly

Coffee brewing steadily

Dogs arousing excitedly

Daughter coughs quietly

Sunday morning arises,

Absolutely, gloriously, perfectly.

8 thoughts on “Soulful Sunday”

  1. Your poem is brilliant!

    Maxman, Max0x0x, MaX always.
    a love letter poem

    you broke my heart
    before I ever met you
    My husband knew of
    your cruel owners.
    The anger enraged,
    the sadness consumed us both.
    The stories I was told
    made me love you,
    made me want to
    commit all my resolve
    to rehabilitating you.
    I didnt want you
    to die
    without knowing love.
    With already 5 rescues
    I silently waited
    for a cue
    that it was OK to take you too.
    We didnt know
    if the day would ever come.
    The day finally did come!
    You were given to us!
    You were beautiful in my eyes
    You were a pain too! lol
    Eating was a ordeal for you,
    scared to eat,
    eating so fast!
    I knew why.
    Eventually you balanced out.
    And you still
    dont like your head touched.
    Yet, you are the perfect foot warmer,
    I love sleeping you every night,
    You are by my side
    day and night
    Youve made me come
    to love being around you
    I love hugging you.
    You are in 95%
    of every picture taken of me.
    You are my new forever pal.
    13 million dogs
    die every year in the USA
    I didnt want you to be
    one of them.
    Max always!

  2. ..finallytime…

    Retirement should be re-named

    “…finallytime…”

    Finally time to read,
    write, photograph
    paint and sip tea on the porch with the cat
    or play with the grandchildren.

    Finally time to quilt,
    grow and cook with herbs,
    to catch films on opening night,
    or join writer’s groups and swim.

    Finally time to sleep in in Sundays,
    And maybe Monday too, if you want.
    Or to take an afternoon nap…
    every day!

    And sometimes, not do anything at all, but sit and listen to the wind in the trees.

    Yes. I think I am loving
    “…finallytime…”

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