Form: Blues Sonnet
As silent as memorial statues sit
As still as a marble carving they sit
A time to relax for just a wee bit
They are lost in their own thoughts about life
Consumed in silent wanderings of life
And so, by the Seine they escape the strife
In the suffusions of hazy sunlight
The eerie silence exposed in the light
A moment in time frozen before night
A respite from the straining of hard graft
Enjoying time then returning to graft
A packed lunch can be serenity’s raft
A lunch hour escaping the toils of work
For the life of a man is more than work
©JG Farmer2020
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