A Sunday Afternoon
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| A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte - 1884 by Georges-Pierre Seurat |
A sun-kissed Sunday
afternoon,
Comes veiled with the
glory of mortal boon,
To be rich,
delightful
A wholesome Sunday
afternoon.
Comes with bliss and enjoyment,
A sip of tea and
other equipments,
Never came like this
wonderful
A wholesome Sunday
afternoon.
Lustrous sun loses
his glare,
Slowly, steadily
dwindles the flare,
Perceives a time so
cheerful
A wholesome Sunday
afternoon.
Rich in texture, red
in hue,
Reclined I, wade
through new
Silhouettes
delightful;
Of a perfect Sunday
afternoon.
This poem is shared with Theme Thursday and the prompt was Afternoon Delights.
Nice..Sunday noon delightful..Good Day.
ReplyDeleteA perfect rhythmic poem ... I wish I was relaxing on a Sunday afternoon :-)
ReplyDeleteI've always loved that painting, and your words gave me pause to smile.....very well-done
ReplyDeleteThanks everybody:D
ReplyDeleteA very nice picture but an even better poem to go with it. Sunday afternoons when I was growing up was a time that we all climbed into the car and went for a drive to either visit someone or just to take a drive into the mountains. It just seemed like it was always time for the family to be together. Nowadays everyone just seems to go their own way. Very different times these days. Such a loss for the kids of today. Plus most families could not afford the gas to take a long drive just to be driving no where in particular.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such a great Sunday afternoon poem with us for this weeks Afternoon Delights Theme Thursday. It was a very nice addition.
God bless.
Thanks for your appreciation Mrsupole:D
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