Sunday's Poem

Snuggled warm between my sheets
Bright green ear plugs rest in my ears
Across my eyes a red satin mask lies
No, please don't let that be my alarm I hear
bellowing music I do not recognize
A jab into my back;
My husband--alerts me it's time to rise
Eyes still hidden behind a mask
Right hand slowly emerges from beneath the comforter
Quiet once again
But only for a moment
Pings of rain on our metal roof
I lift off my mask
Where is the sunshine that greets me each morning?
Sorry Donna, not today.

I hope you are enjoying National Poetry Month. 
Where ever this Sunday takes you
In the rain, snow, or hopefully sun, make it a great day!

Mondays Poem

The brightness of the sun
shining through my bedroom window
tells me it's time to awaken.
Five more minutes I beg
but to no avail.
Monday's are no fun
I want to stay home and sit in the sun
But hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go.


Where ever your Monday takes you, smile and enjoy the ride.





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Saturday's Poem~ Yellow Rose

Yellow Rose

She came in my dreams last night,
She left a yellow rose and a love note on pillow next to me,
As always the inscription read,
'we are friends for ever and in the eternity'.

Since a rose is a rose,
why the red rose shines in the glory of love?
why the white roses remind us of our departed souls?
and why the yellow rose shines the rays of friendship in all of us?

Like sunshine bursting through grey clouds,
The aura of friendship emanates from its golden petals,
The frozen dew drops on its soft satin petals,
glorifies tears on my cheeks in the times of sadness,
Its mere presence and the fragrance,
fills my heart with the scent of warmth and affection.

Yellow rose you are perfection in creation,
I wonder why you have to wither away in time,
With every falling petal, a heart is broken,
with every withered yellow rose, a token of eternal friendship is lost.

Jay P Narain

Any day now, my yellow Japanese roses will be opening. I will post a picture once they open.

Did everyone have a great week and an even greater Friday? Any big plans for today?

I will be visiting our library to finalize the new writers group I'm forming. The grass needs cutting, I'll do that in the afternoon.

Where ever your Saturday takes you, enjoy!