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Sunday morning

by Allan Haslinds

Worn-leather shoes slide on, a hat settles at a solid angle.
Pushing aside the dull metal of a too-light screen door,
I go tripple-bippling down unpainted steps
into the yellow and blue of the morning.

Flecks of the lane leap adventurously skyward,
carried aloft by caprious gusps--earthbound no longer,
only to be faithlessly abandoned
upon rails of fences, brims of hats, and the bridge of my nose.

Tiny jewels of perspiration become smears of bourbon-coloured ink,
sloo-boozing slowly down my cheek and brow,
blooming into dirty beige clouds on my white collar,
like coastlines on some long-dead explorer's map.

The smooth warm leathers of my soles
know the way, shubuffling along the quarter mile,
guided along by rich peals of a ripe bell,
no one ever needed a map to find this House.

04/08/2003

Author's Note: If you only knew how ironic...

Posted on 04/08/2003
Copyright © 2021 Allan Haslinds

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/08/03 at 04:51 PM

this is outstanding...I see it as waking on a Sunday morn after a night of maybe having to much to drink, pulling youself together and walking to church......the imagery is wonderful

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/08/03 at 08:24 PM

it seems like it's rather tough waking up on Sunday Morning, but on auto-pilot you just finish the weekly routine.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/08/03 at 10:30 PM

To me.... it sounds as if, you know the way home, blindfolded. Several of the immages brought to mind a beloved friend... and priest.

Posted by Stephanie Kent on 04/14/03 at 06:57 PM

Tis is wonderful. Your imagery is incredible...I like the fact that you make up words!

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/15/03 at 07:52 PM

warm and comfy...it feels good...

Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 04/17/03 at 04:16 AM

Wonderful work--it makes me curious. You write very well--moving images, well constructed, not overdone.

Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 04/17/03 at 03:20 PM

thoroughly enjoyable read ... i liked this a lot. it is very comfortable.

Posted by Rommel Cruz on 04/25/03 at 05:04 AM

sometimes i wonder how i went throught the day without knowing what i was doing. lol. maybe anne is right, autopilot just kicks in.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/14/03 at 02:18 AM

Reprobate Soul? Have you ever heard "Sunday Mornin Sidewalk" by Kris Kristofferson? Reminds me of the same feel. Your descriptives evoke a shabby comfortableness, like old leather shoes...

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/17/03 at 04:37 AM

I posted in the poetry clinic on this, but I just wanted to reaffirm that I really like this poem. I especially like this line: "I go tripple-bippling down unpainted steps"

Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/20/03 at 06:32 AM

Hi Allan, Good one. I spent sunday morning in church and night. I can walk to it, so close. If it's not too hot, etc. Then relax afterwards, eat lunch, etc. Supper before I go that night. We're having an Inernational dinner this Sunday evening. Jean

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/20/03 at 06:18 PM

"tripple-bippling", "sloo-boozing","shubuffling" all fascinating "word" formations in a very warm description of a walk to church. I feel like I am walking with you. Great read!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/20/03 at 06:29 PM

OOPs! Congratulations on POTD.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 07/20/03 at 09:12 PM

Congratulation on POTD! One of my favorites!

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