Open Poetry #14 |
A Lazy Sunday Afternoon |
Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
The whirring sound of the lawnmower Surrounds me on this day On a lazy Sunday afternoon As we are nearing the end of May The smell of cut grass fills my nostrils Such a freshness that smells so sweet As I glance down to the pavement And see ants as they gather around my feet They move around in such a frenzy Over some crumbs I dropped this morn I glance across and spy six blackbirds Pecking at the bread I left on the lawn My roses stand naked in the garden As Winter draws nearer this day So cloudy but still is the weather The sun struggling to push through its rays The tranquil flow of water is behind me Such a soothing sound is made As the sun finally breaks through the clouds And no longer am I sitting in the shade Like a blanket the suns rays embrace me As I sit here and admire the view Nearby is my beautiful gardenia It doesn't have many flowers - just two With my mind now immersed in my garden How I look on this place with such pride But with so many chores to be done I must leave here and go back inside Suetang |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Didn't seem to be too lazy, lots of things going on. At first I was puzzled by the reference of the end of May and winter coming on. Then I saw where you are from and now I realize you have winter when we have summer. I do enjoy the smell of fresh cut grass. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oooh I love lazy Sunday afternoon's and the smell of cut grass an enjoyable read Maree |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I must remember in my mind to flip-flop the seasons...to be in the right frame of mind when writing, so my downunder friends can enjoy, "seasonally..." |
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