Sundays

Summary

The web content describes a series of poetry events called "Poemorama" hosted by Paper Poetry, featuring prose poetry and other forms, and expresses the author's personal affection for Sundays.

Abstract

The undefined website content delves into the "Poemorama" series at Paper Poetry, with a particular focus on a piece titled "Sundays" from "Diary of an Autoimmune." The author uses vivid imagery and sensory experiences to convey the comfort and satisfaction derived from Sundays, likening them to indulgent foods and restful activities. The article also acknowledges the work of other poets and contributors to the poetry festival, including Kimberly Hampton Nilsson, Carolyn Hastings, and William J Spirdione, and provides links to further reading on the poetry prompt series known as "Poemorama." The content reflects on the significance of Sundays for the author, who finds Mondays to be an extension of the weekend's joy, and expresses gratitude to the team and participants for enriching the poetry community.

Opinions

The author holds Sundays in high regard, describing them as a source of pleasure and contentment.
There is a deep appreciation for the sensory experiences associated with Sundays, such as the taste of food and the aroma of mutton curry.
The author values relaxation and leisure time, emphasizing the importance of a siesta after a busy week.
The piece suggests that the author's week is positively influenced by the joy of Sundays, to the extent that even Mondays are seen as a "better Sunday."
The author expresses admiration and gratitude towards fellow poets and the Paper Poetry team for their contributions to the poetry fest.

From Diary of an Autoimmune

Digi-Illustration by Monoreena

Sundays are like that hot, molten chocolate tickling out of the lava cake. That softly boiled potato mashed and rounded with a dash of salt and mustard. Blissfully supple and rousingly satisfying.

Cutting through ‘Saturday at last!’, snailing towards ‘Nah! it’s Monday again’ Sunday is that inviting ham ’n’ cheese a hungry boy in the beach, digs his teeth into, after a long, salty swim.

Sunday is a relaxed cup of tea with Adda It’s filling your olfactory senses with that heavenly aroma of Mutton_Curry Sunday is siesta after a hectic ’I need my sleep!!’ week.

……..And for someone like me, for whom a Monday is a ‘better Sunday’ for good part of the week now, those Sundays, are like — Caviar.

— (My Diary Noting,2016)

Poetic Form: Prose Poetry (Part I)

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POEMORAMA AT PAPER POETRY

Sundays

From Diary of an Autoimmune

Poemorama

Paper Poetry’s panorama of poetry prompts

Poemorama: Part II

Continuing April's month-long prompts showcasing the mesmerizing words of poetic wizards