The arc of your shoulders
Gentle curve of your chest
Eyes linger a lifetime
Hands move and then rest
To feel the breathing
In our delicate embrace
Breeze rises, then falls
As we both hold our place
Soft glow fills the room
In this Sunday’s first light
Do we let go and rise
Stand to face our true plight
For it is not as lovers
Nor parent and child
That we hide under covers
Our minds running wild
Sweet union today is body and soul
The gathering of centre
In our fight to stay whole
To break through the day
Move on and release
Spiked thoughts and misgivings
That deter us from peace
Sunday’s beginning, another weeks end
Brings a soft sweet reunion
And compassionate friend
Ordinary Life… Less Ordinary
Author, blogger, part time jogger. Creative thinker, cocktail drinker… and poet. No really, I am.
Ordinary Life... Less Ordinary 
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Thank you thats a wonderful compliment. Hope you enjoyed your Sunday x
La la it’s me!
Great poem again- you talented little thingxx
Why thank you Mrs M… Your kind compliments appreciated as always!
sunday morning sounds like the place to be…smiles…it was feeling pretty initmate in the opening…then you said it was not lovers…not parent, not child…again it could be the spiritual realm as well…regardless i find peace in the reading…nicely done…
I do like to add a little twist sometimes… Lovers would have been predictable I felt, but no this was more spiritual, about holding on tight to yourself and that lovely Sunday morning feeling before becoming centred and going out into the world to face all of life’s ‘have to’ moments that lie ahead for the week.
Girl, I love this! I am not usually a fan of end rhyme, but yours is perfect. The line length, flow, and lack of punctuation really soften the rhyme. Some really great lines here, as well:
“Eyes linger a lifetime”
“As we both hold our place” (mmm, like in a delicious book)
“The gathering of centre
In our fight to stay whole”
Great job!
Bless you Shawna that’s really kind, glad you enjoyed it. Makes me all the more glad I wrote it.
the spiked thoughts that deter us from peace is good, we often worry about things that we should not worry about until we see the outcome, and can drive ourselves crazy doing this.
duty to challenge
Yes indeed! Thanks for your comment.
Beautiful form, and a wonderful story! You are good, m’lady!
Hey Charles, nice to see you again. Thank you, very kind!
This seems perfect for Sunday morning as it has almost a ritualistic communion feel – your own devotion, own service, altar. Very nice. K.
Exactly that, thank you.
Beautiful and spiritual. I find that when I take the time to get centered before rising for the day, it goes much better than if I don’t.
Doesn’t it just?! I know right? Thanks so much for your comment, hope you enjoyed taking a look around my blog x
Very nice. Love the way you built the piece, slower to start but really picks up as it goes on, kind of like you do when writing a story or a script. Very nice. Thanks
You’re very welcome, so nice that you dropped in to read it. Please come back again sometime x
nice…what a beautiful and intimate moment…
Hi Claudia, lovely to see you back here, thank you x
The gathering of centre
In our fight to stay whole
This sums it up so neatly. Well done.
Thank you, appreciate your comment very much.
I’m here right now – you capture that feeling so well- that fleeting Sunday morning moment – the world outside – you inside- and dreaming- free from the coming obligations that ‘have’ to be fulfilled. So nice , so peaceful – that’s it- I’m not getting out of bed and it’s all your fault ha ha- stu mcp
I’m sure Sundays were made for dreaming and nothing else… Enjoy your day whatever you decided to do with it!