Sundays
A poem about Sundays
On Sunday dawn,
serenity awakes,
a day to savor,
the soul’s sweetest taste.
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Sitting in a park
leisurely picnicking
laughing with loved ones
feeling relaxed.
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A respite from life’s
perpetual race,
where time unravels
at a gentle pace.
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The warm air,
with the trees swaying,
serenely peaceful,
sweetly lazing.
In golden hues,
the sunlight cascades.
A tapestry of peace,
in quiet shades.
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A moment stolen
from life’s demanding grip,
where dreams bloom freely,
hearts find their skip.
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Sunday whispering stories,
long untold.
Embracing laughter
as memories unfold.
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A sanctuary for rest,
sweetening our day.
A cherished pause
before Monday’s array.
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So let us seize
Sunday’s grace,
embrace its blessings,
a cherished space.
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©️ Denise Larkin 2022. All Rights Reserved.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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Comments (5)
I love the personification of serenity waking. This made me appreciate Sundays
This was such a wonderful poem! I loved it!
Denise, this was glorious!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
Sundays are the best for resting.
Wonderful Sundays.