Sundays Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

WOW WHEN UR HUBBY READS THE NEW SONNET HE WILL WOW WOW AND THE DOGGY WILL SAY BOW WOW I AM WAITING FOR MY DEAF EARS TO SMILE LADY I CAN'T HEAR

Pure calm...your words achieve the magnificent effect of seemingly making time stop....Perfection! !

Superb piece...... wonderful to read....thank u, dear poetess....

I can imagine you at home, the dog sleeping, the sound of the dryer, the cars going by. Very vividly described.

Quite Contemplative, the descriptions are picturesque and serene, sounds like a nice rainy sunday morning, nestled in a languid pose, with the days routines to keep you up. The closing two lines seem a bid forlorn but also serene, with its continuity of the weekend rituals. This is pleasant.

I LIKE YOUR FRANKNESS IN CALLING A SPADE A SPADE ONE CANADIAN TO ANOTHER ITS 4AM HERE THE SUNDAY passed away as always nothing much to say we simply lay whiling time away as kids are home today lol

Suddenly, it becomes the afternoon How much we spend our Sundays like this Watching the cars on our quiet street go by, very good observation and picturing of the sunday scenes. thank u dear poetess.tony