A new weekend awakens
begins with a rising sun
cup of hot coffee near me
dawns with hopes and dreams
emerging moment by moment
from the days left behind
glimmers of sunshine dancing
helping the relaxation to settle
invigorating yet soothing
just sitting and thinking
keeping them as thoughts
leaving the worries alone
Monday will be their home
not Saturday or Sunday
only weekend thoughts allowed
preventing the workday stress
quality time spent sipping
reading and letting tension fade
selfishly enjoying my own time
the world shut away for now
utopia may be only a dream
valued as an ideal, not reality
weekend mornings are close
xamples of how it could be
yellow orb crests the horizon
zealousness placed on hold
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
It's very calming... love reading stuff like this on a snowy winter day. Thanks!
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ReplyDeleteim there with the dust motes dancing in the sun
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