Sunday Afternoon

White velvet curtains
flowing in the wind

a brave new Sun
peeking into my room

The day is fine
and the clouds are few

a boy on a bicycle
eating an ice cream

I finally found
the right radio station
and they are playing
my favourite song

I'm reading
that book I like

for the tenth time
maybe

The perfect Sunday afternoon

You are not here

Honey coloured walls
and a mirror that only shows
nice things

seedless watermelon
melting in my mouth
with soft sugary sweetness

The view of red roofs
and distant church

and the harmony
of humming sounds
made by happy people
walking the streets

You are not here

Reviews

[Steve]

Hey, I really enjoy reading your poetry, I think your skill is that you paint a picture with a seemingly simple and effortless prose, yet each piece is loaded with feeling. A great read :)