Sunday, August 12, 2012

Sunday is the saddest day



Perhaps it was the hummingbird
hovering over the red salvia
(they prefer the red to the blue)
or the slightly gray-rained sky,
but I hear her words of decades
ago: Sunday is the saddest day.

The woman expressed the heart
of the girl, whose favorite night
was Friday, the start of the free,
even fleeting as it was, even if she
knew Sunday was the hope.

The world is still much, and so
the boy within the man sees
the light filtered by stained panes,
or the bird that fills the space above,
or the hymns and songs thrusting joy
upward beyond the rafters, and still
thinks of the sadness, beautiful.


This poem is submitted for the “beautiful sadness” prompt at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site.

Photograph: Sad Man and Rain, by Jiri Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

9 comments:

Claudia said...

perhaps it was the hummingbird...sometimes it just can't be defined what it is.. i like the images you paint here... the boy within the man seeing the light filtered by stained pains.. the bird filling the space..nice..

Claudia said...

perhaps it was the hummingbird...sometimes it just can't be defined what it is.. i like the images you paint here... the boy within the man seeing the light filtered by stained pains.. the bird filling the space..nice..

nance said...

okay....this is good.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...its a lovely capture man...great opening...and i hear those words and on some level understand them as well...the boy within the man...

Megan Willome said...

Sunday is the saddest day. It's why I don't rest that day.

S. Etole said...

yes, and the longest ...

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

Nostalgia and emotion in this one - love those little reminders as well- the humiingbird, the weather- they may not be related - but the appearance of those little messengers can heighten the emotions felt- particularly for the boy within the man on this Sunday - lovely poem and skilfully constructed

Diana said...

Lovely. Thank you. I think sometimes it is too easy for us to neglect that small boy or girl who still lives within us. Even if this a bittersweet reflection, I think it's good that the boy within came out for a while and was acknowledged.

Jennifer @ GettingDownWithJesus.com said...

I have a lot of friends who are widows. They all say Sunday is the saddest, hardest, loneliest day.