Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Sundays Comments

Rating: 5.0

There's no sun to sit and warm ourselves
The dampness of the early morning rain
Has kept us inside
You, reading the paper
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LeeAnn Azzopardi
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Anjandev Roy 14 July 2023

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

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Luz Hanaii 06 February 2020

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

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Kevin Patrick 01 July 2019

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.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 26 June 2019

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

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Dr Antony Theodore 22 June 2019

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

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Mj Lemon 21 June 2019

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

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 20 June 2019

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

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LeeAnn Azzopardi

LeeAnn Azzopardi

Detroit Mich
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