Sunday Morning in Five Parts
This tanka chain was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #40: “Be in the Moment”. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I.
no clocks, only birds
signal the rising, blue dawn
soft, punctuated song
followed by the cadence of
a gentle, Sunday silence
II.
the rattling of plates
scrape upon scrape of old bones
dry, plastic, and worn
readied once again for their
Sunday, breakfast-time duty
III.
open, whispering
the language of turned pages
books speak a million
they tear the sky open in
quiet, Sunday, solitude
IV.
cicadas rattle
rising from ground up to sky
maracas, living
and speaking their songs loudly
to signal the coming heat
V.
no tunnel, empty
and open to past daytimes
I put on glasses
fresh, brand new, and unclouded
to see this Sunday morning
Written 8/17/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
I really really liked the line “books speak a million.” It speaks so much to me.
You describe a peaceful Sunday, full of quiet enjoyment.
Some lovely images of how life should always be.
You made it seem so easy.
It was a delight to read them…
I like the way you take the five details and use them to open up a whole scene. Good work
I liked the second one very much. All are great!
plunging in the tunneled abyss
This was great. I loved IV: cicadas as morracas to signal the heat.
Beautiful!
C
Such peacefulness here! Love them all!
Such a beautiful way to capture these moments–nicely executed.
I particularly love these lines…
“open, whispering
the language of turned pages”
you’ve focussed on sounds really well in this poem
Thank you, everyone…the prompt challenged me to think and observe in the here and now, and I’m glad I let myself be challenged. I’m glad you all liked this.
-Nicole