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Sunday Afternoon

Cold overcast Sunday afternoon no place else I'd rather be preparing candlelight dinner longing for loves immortality... She calls and is traveling to me the city sighs on this Sunday as afternoon transforms to evening O holy Sunday I await her lovely sashay... When I'm sad she brings the thunder her tears the refreshing rain her laughter the soothing southern wind blowing away the deepest of pain... This most serene Sunday afternoon I'm not breaking aching or faking anymore or drowning frowning loveless galore my southern lady just walked through the door... ~ ~ ~ ~

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Sarai Virden

Date: 1/19/2014 6:13:00 AM

Such a heartwarming and happy aftertaste, I just thought I'd congratulate you on such a brilliant write! This was one of those poems that lingers in the heart through the day. Had to come back to your page to say WELL DONE!

Ken Carroll
Date: 1/19/2014 7:50:00 AM

Thank you Sarai! Ken

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 1/13/2014 4:43:00 PM

lovely..lovely poem..transmitting a happy feeling of a cosy Sunday afternoon and what follows..Excellent!!!

Ken Carroll
Date: 1/13/2014 4:45:00 PM

Hi Charmaine, Thank you for a lovely visit! Ken

Christine Phillips

Date: 1/10/2014 6:02:00 AM

I like this verse and the use of metaphors used in this stanza. "When I'm sad she brings the thunder her tears the refreshing rain her laughter the soothing southern wind blowing away the deepest of pain..".

Ken Carroll
Date: 1/10/2014 7:25:00 AM

Thank you Christine for a lovely visit.. Ken

Vera Duggan

Date: 1/7/2014 11:03:00 PM

That is beautiful Ken, she is one lucky lady,lovely read.......Vera............

Ken Carroll
Date: 1/7/2014 11:11:00 PM

Thank you Vera. Ken