Sunday Morning Bliss Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Sunday Morning Bliss

Rating: 5.0

Somehow the road is silent
No honking of cars
No ignition in car engines
So quiet is the morning
As if sunk into a consistent reverie
A cat rests on the wall
Plunged deep into a dream
Though the sun-rays play
Upon her marmalade fur
There's no urgency in the air
No clatter of breakfast
No burning of toast
Just a slow waking of eyes
A gradual realization
Of absence of alarm bell
I can sleep a little more
For my dream is not yet over.

Jayne Louise Davies 31 July 2022

Beautiful poem x Thank you for sharing.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 31 July 2022

A wonderful poem embellished with compelling images and beautiful poetic expressions.. A quiet Sunday morning is so vividly and magnificently depicted. Top Marks!

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Marieta Maglas 02 August 2022

Beautiful, enjoyed reading it.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 02 August 2022

Just a slow waking of the eyes! . Marvellous poem, dear Nosheen. Please go back to sleep...... : ) 10.

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Nabakishore Dash 02 August 2022

Awesome sketch of Sunday morning bliss.You can sleep effortlessly to continue your nice dream

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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 August 2022

5 Stars Full Score and myriad more for this serene view in and around the house, of course you can continue dreaming on.Even the cat plunged deep into a dream. Marvelously worded

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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 August 2022

Enjoying the Sunday Morning Bliss in all its serene atmosphere. Even the cat rests on the wall and the sun rays play upon her marmalade fur. Altogether, the reader can feel the peaceful and serene atmosphere as described profoundly in this scintillating serene poem.

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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