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TheAmazingJoysie — Sunday Study
Published: 2015-03-02 21:33:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 430; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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9am on a Sunday and the city is silent,The birds sing
and the mind turns the sounds
of the cars rushing past
into the sound of waves
crashing upon a distant shore.
Somewhere, there are lovers awaking,
to the cold, grey-blue morning
Awoken by Shandon chimes.
Curled in the crisp white duvet,
the hunger for coffee
surpasses the fear of the chilled air in the house.
9am on a Sunday morning
the town is silent.
and here I sit
high on Patrick's hill
at a classroom desk,
Studying my life away.
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Comments: 2
This is a wonderful poem. I think it may be one of your best. The longing is burning in your soul and comes out in words. The levity lifts the poem from possible despair to just a daydream.
"the hunger for coffee
surpasses the fear of the chilled air in the house."
Happens to me almost every day.
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