Sunday Quiet, Sunday Breathing

Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing:
Incense smoke encircles our heads,
Books and letters disarrayed on our bed.

Silent weekend we are leaving.
Sundown sinks beneath our heads -
Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing.

Through our books we both are leafing:
Side by side, we indulge our heads
In the quiet and wisdom upon our bed -
Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing.

Written 5/11/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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~ by ravenswingpoetry on Thursday, May 15, 2008.

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2 Responses to “Sunday Quiet, Sunday Breathing”

  1. Sounds like a relaxing Sunday. Very nice.

    imaginaryfears said this on Friday, May 23, 2008 at 10:31 am

  2. It is. I think in moments like this, everything - time included - just stops. Thank you for dropping by.

    ravenswingpoetry said this on Friday, May 23, 2008 at 10:39 am

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