Katauta for Sunday

Katauta Sunday
as more words the poet finds
to paint another picture

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Sunday (bussokuseki)

Bussokuseki
for a Sunday seems quite right
as a new week looms
yet to reveal its secrets
to the last of the weekend
and our resting we succumb

Sunday (Jemaiku)

Sunday, ah - the rest and peace
unimportant - time
These are all my hours to spend
with choice and fancy
whim and nonchalance
For the pleasures of my choice
until evening comes

Two Dodoitsus (II – Sunday)

And so to the beach again
for ocean's cooling water
Sunday blisters relentless
yet this gift is here

Two Tanagas (II – Sunday)

Sunday's come and peace I find
relaxation here, unwind
emptying my busy mind
perfect with this sunshine timed

Tri-haiku XXXV (the sun, hooray)

And here for Sunday
the sun still has its hat on
Hip, hip, hip hooray

Golden for autumn
it still shines yellow and warm
Hip, hip, hip hooray

Shining still brightly
it stays and it continues
Hip, hip, hip hooray

Sunday Haiku

A Sunday Haiku
in seventeen syllables
The right thing to do

A haiku for Sunday

Quality of life
seized in every moment of
this Sunday of rest

Sunday Morning II

And for a Sunday morning
as the day it gathers pace
here’s to lazy lie-ins and
just lounging round the place

Maybe a leisured breakfast
with some music by and by
or just a little wander
when the sun is nice and high

Then curled up on the sofa
Neath warm blankets snuggled we
will while away remaining hours
with something on TV

Seven days revisited #7 (Sunday)

Sleeping
Underneath a
Nice
Duvet
Awaken early?
You wouldn’t, would you?

The passing of days

To the week that was
That has now passed
It’s had its ups and downs
Some high times
And some lower ones
Some smiles and yes, some frowns

To the resting day

1 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

To the resting day
I relinquish everything
My soul is refreshed

The dichotomy of slow Sundays

Something about slow Sundays
as I’m awakened by the sun
Streaming through the curtains
when my slumber time is done
A dichotomy of purpose
first choice I need to make
To embrace the day with open arms
or another couch day take

Sunday Picnic in Kyoto

Morning frustrations melt away
As the heat of the sun warms the grass.
The day is a hot, but welcome, departure
From a premature foray into fall.
Under the cover of its colorful umbrella,
The canopy of changing leaves keeps us cool.

Slipping

Sunday is slipping from my hands

I don’t want to let it go

I need few hours more

Maybe 12, no lets make 24

Two Sundays per week fit nice in my hands

For Sunday…

Sleeping

Underneath a

Nice

Duvet.

Awaken?

Y should I?

Quiet Friday

(via Pinterest, click to see)

It’s a quiet day today, for a Friday

But it’s a nice thing to know people still

Observe some of the old ways, reverence and worship

I’m not kin of the people of the cross but I respect

And I even believe

A quiet Friday, so much like my usual Sundays

Spent at my cube, alone in my corner at work

A peaceful time to contemplate all the complexities of the living