Sunday, May 15, 2016

Robert Verdon, #143, Sunday Observance


an old man with a walking stick
passes mottled trees
wind flutters everything, it is Sunday
telegraph poles telegraph calm
far off birds sing
leaves scatter
the traffic has all stopped
a desk with two sleeping cats:
surely this must be heaven?
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5 comments:

  1. ACskiMay 15, 2016 at 1:08 PM

    I was uploading my poem, Sunday and saw your Sunday observance. Synchronicity!

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  2. Robert VerdonMay 15, 2016 at 1:36 PM

    could well be!

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  3. Papa Osmubal Oscar Munoz BalajadiaMay 15, 2016 at 1:53 PM

    Sunday. Because of the stillness in it, it reminds me of Milosz. Beautiful piece.

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  4. Lizz Murphy PoetMay 15, 2016 at 9:13 PM

    A beautiful moment. You sound as content as the cats :) By the way did you finish your PhD or is it still in progress?

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    1. Robert VerdonMay 15, 2016 at 10:31 PM

      Thanks Lizz. The PhD's still in progress but I'm looking to submit it early next year. Coming on fairly well.

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