Ode to Sunday Morning
A psychedelic tradition. Inspired by my love for the poem "Sunday Morning" by Wallace Stevens and the events that have occurred on very specific Sundays after reciting that poem.
A mantra.
The paint melts off the walls,
And I see the cockatoo
Flying around the room.
It's only there in my imagination,
But I'm free to let it run wild.
Let's hope it doesn't bite me.
Sacred traditions,
Baked in love
By the heat of the summer sun
Shining in through the open window.
Painting, daydreaming, giggling;
Belly laughter that hurts so good.
Our insignificance is significant
If we deem it so,
And we do,
And the laughs turn into cries,
And the music tastes delicious.
Sweet, citrus, candied,
Like the sugar melted on our tongues,
Carrying us away this Sunday morning.
Paradise is what you make of it,
And this dusty loft in Brooklyn does the trick.
The welcoming sounds of ambulances
And street fights
Remind us we are not alone,
But one with all and everything.
I've lived a thousand lifetimes
And I'll live a thousand more,
Blessed by the water that bathes me,
Saved by the glory of neverending memories.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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What bittersweet inflection! LOVE this! I'm a new subscriber
You crafted a little golden capsule around us here.
This piece is so warm and atmospheric! Really enjoyed ! 😊
Oh Ashely, this is sooo gorgeous 🥹 I feel like you've made something so beautiful and unique out of something so ordinary, like a Sunday morning. ❤️
This is absolutely beautiful. The words are perfectly placed. The flow and rhythm are gorgeous. Well done!
Wow, wow, wow, Ashley! This is magnificent!!
Great work. Ethereal yet vivid.
'The welcoming sounds of ambulances / And street fights / Remind us we are not alone, / But one with all and everything.' Somewhat contradictory (in a good sense, I think) lines. To me, these sounds would also remind that we're all on our own with our lives.
You took us there with you! Lovely writing, Ashley! :)
"And the music tastes delicious." What a great line! I loved this so much.
Oh this was just so wonderful! Belly laughter is the best! Loved your poem!
nice imagery
There is gorgous imagery here. Such sweet sentiments ❤️
I love it Ash. Wonderfully written. Memories can definitely be a saving grace in those times of pain.
I see why you liked #6 on Amanda's piece lol. Honestly, though, this was a great one!
Takes you right into the ease of Sunday mornings. Beautiful ♥️
✍️ So many gems here: I delight in your mantra with its "Sacred traditions,Baked in love..." Kudos! 👏✍️
Enjoyed reading this.
Great read. 'Our insignificance is significant.' 'And the music tastes delicious.' Awesome lines. Really enjoyable
Beautiful ode Ashley.
Thanks for taking us on that trip with you. I love the comfort and laze and adventure that wanders through these lines!
enjoyable read
Beautiful work. Incredibly trippy and drippy. I will have to go read that poem and see what it's all about. I really like what you said here: "Our insignificance is significant If we deem it so, And we do,"