Sunday

March 4th, 2007 by Atomictumor

Spend days distracted
With music, movies, friends
The daily workload

Spend nights distracted
With the same simple pleasures
That buzz of your life

Things go by like that
You think “This is how it is,
This is my life now”

Watch the boys at play
With their boundless energy
Enthusiasm

And the days go by
And the nights go by as well
Sunday you clean up

As you work, you pause
And remember a soft word
Or a tender place

That one special thing
Brings everything back around
With tears in your eyes.

10 Responses to “Sunday”



  1. Atomictumor Says:

    Dancing with Pigpen
    To an Of Montreal song
    Is great therapy

    Except now he’s armed
    And opening fire on
    Invisible droids

    It occurs to me
    That I might have it backwards
    And sadness distracts.

  2. Bullet Says:

    “And sadness distracts”
    I think that truth is louder
    Than we really know

    You’re amazing. I love you and miss you.

  3. Jezer Says:

    Sundays are the best
    When everything is perfect
    Saddest when one’s missed

  4. Busy Mom Says:

    Sundays are tough, I’m not sure why.

  5. Jason Dufair Says:

    Distraction dogs me
    ADD just gets me down
    Sadness is itself

  6. daco Says:

    Jason ri-ta-lin
    you’ll start to feel better soon
    just relax my man

  7. Mrs Eaves Says:

    Some kind of empty
    Silence of color before
    First daffodils bloom

  8. zapaper Says:

    been thinking about
    the beauty, about where it
    comes from, what it is.

    moments, I see it:
    knowing right action. which is
    sometimes just to be.

  9. Ms Lala Says:

    “As you work, you pause
    And remember a soft word
    Or a tender place

    That one special thing
    Brings everything back around
    With tears in your eyes.”

    Struck a deep chord…beautiful prose!

  10. amy Says:

    hug.