One Single Impression: Never Ending


What some call forever
I call Sunday afternoon

Two-thirty exactly

When the sun is still high

And there is no thought of night—

No thought even of the sapphire

Brightness of early dusk

That yields too soon to endless,

Silent pitch punctuated

By indifferent stars

And an overripe moon—

No thoughts of any of that

At that never ending moment

I call two-thirty, Sunday,

When nobody is hungry or tired

Or angry or sad or frightened

About anything.

It is all good.


I call it forever.

I dream Sunday

Into Monday

And beyond.


The dream is never-ending;

Too often I dream it alone.

One Single Impression

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  2. Really a splendid post, Sandy. I enjoy the poem and the picture too.
    I would like to know the formula of your great positivity!
    Have a nice Sunday!

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  3. Hi Sandy. This intrigues me, the last one. I had never thought of dreaming alone, yet all dreams are solo.
    My never ending dreams, if those are recurring ones, all DID come to an end. I don't dream them anymore. I have no explanation.
    ..

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  4. Come to think of it, Sandy, two-thirty around here on Sunday is special too.
    That is true even though I am retired, the rest of my two-thirties are all like Saturday two-thirties.

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  5. Very intuitive poem! I like 2:30 Sunday afternoons! Worship time and lunch is over. Time to do something for myself even if that is resting.

    My blessing is up early. . . of course I am three hours behind you.

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  6. It is a lovely poem Sandy! very uplifting like the picture.

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  7. well your dreaming alone is now shared by your many blogging friends. isn't it fun to know at any hour-it's 3 am now that you can't sleep there are places to visit, comments to make and blogs to share online. i too like sundays, after 3 hrs of church, the rest of the day is mine to relax, unwind, walk or do nothing. usually nap. love the luxury of retirement...thanks for sharing your afternoon thoughts with us all.

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  8. Infinity captured in a moment.
    Excellent.

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  9. I love the balloon as a symbol - for having the freedom to dream.

    It will be 2:30 here in fifty minutes :-)

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  10. I get a message of peace from the poem ...at 2:30- no demands of any kind placed upon your time, energy, or space. Nice thought.

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  11. Jim,
    I was thinking of the eyes-wide-open kind of dreaming, of dreaming alone in life.

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  12. Anonymous9:05 AM

    Sandy
    you will never be alone

    DAD

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  13. Very fine composition in this image, Sandy!

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  14. I have to tell you, that is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. Absolutely perfect in tone and so clear in meaning. I've felt what you feel, you've felt what I feel. Such a gap bridged, such perfect meaning conveyed. perfect, immutable, timeless. Words as rich as wine.

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  15. Oh Sandy this is so good! How clever to write a poem about 2:30 in the afternoon and appreciating the time inbetween...

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  16. Anonymous11:28 AM

    I have this thing about time, it totally fascinates me, so your wonderful expressions of the elasticity of the moment really appeals to me. Love this!

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  17. Dear Sandy--
    This poem really spoke to me, and especially the last few lines.

    You are not alone in your dream to take the timelessness and peace you speak of out into the world.

    Many thanks--

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  18. Sundays are splendid and so is your photo!

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  19. there is something singularly special about Sunday afternoon - lovely.

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  20. There is so much to ponder in this fine work Sandy. I'm going for a second read....Lovely words and photo to contemplate. Thanks.

    Hugs, G

    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  21. Anonymous4:21 PM

    A perfect description of Sunday afternoons.

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  22. This reminded me of something my sister Janice (My Bellavia) looks forward to each school day... There is 1 hour and 10 minutes of "Tommy-free time". Tommy is one of her 8 year old twins. Tommy is autistic (high functioning) and has a different school and bus than his twin. Janice has 1 hour and 10 minutes from the time she gets home from work before Tommy gets home! This is her time to do laundry, prepare dinner, etc. Not exactly Nirvana, but it is one of her favorite times of the day!

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  23. Anonymous7:12 PM

    "When nobody is hungry or tired
    Or angry or sad or frightened'_
    beautiful..many thanks..

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  24. Very moving and beautiful and true.

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  25. Anonymous8:36 PM

    Wonderful poem this week, Sandy. To just stop time at a perfect place and remain there-- what a dream!

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  26. I think there are a lot of people feeling the same way at that time of the day on Sunday and not really realizing it, which means you are never alone. Inspirational piece. (thanks for visiting and commenting on my post).

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  27. It's so important to acknowledge those rare Fermata in time where all is well. Thank you for this lovely piece.

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  28. Anonymous10:12 PM

    Your poetry is always so beautiful and insightful. I love reading it!

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  29. Beautiful poetry. I love the photo of the hot air balloon as well. Your blog is very uplifting!

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  30. Soon you will never have to dream alone.....

    Soon.....

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  31. Your poem makes me remember those sunday afternoons after church when all the kids were fed and playing outside and my husbasnd was watching sports on TV and I alone was peaceful, tired and sometimes lonely.

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  32. Anonymous1:33 AM

    Hello, Have a nice week ahead!!!

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  33. heartwarming thoughts

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  34. I agree, there is something timeless about Sunday.
    Thank you the wonderful poem!

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  35. Great poem and feeling!

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  36. Great post and great picture. I would love to ride in a hot air balloon. We rarely see them here.

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  37. here's to a month of sundays like that which you describe!! :D

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  38. I love this neverending moment in time that you captured so eloquently! I wish everyday had a Sunday-at-two-thirty-in-the-afternoon moment to it. xx, JP/deb

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  39. Such a beautiful, replenishing dream to dream alone.

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  40. Amazing words to go with an amazing picture. Thanks for sharing. I always enjoy visiting your site.

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  41. Anonymous3:05 PM

    What a peaceful, relaxing poem. I felt good just reading about your Sunday afternoons.

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  42. A lovely, lovely piece of work!!

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  43. That's beautiful, Sandy. Makes me want it to be Sunday afternoon all over again!

    Peace - D

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  44. Beautiful photograph and poem!

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  45. A beautiful, poignant poem, Sandy. I am thankful for your writing.

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