Diction Daydream- A Poem

Diction Daydream

 -Heather

The sun on my back,

The wind on my skin,

Waiting for words to sprout from within.

For unspoken beauty,

I scavenge my mind,

Praying it’s something of worth that I find.

I know that they’re in there,

These words for which I plea,

Yet the challenge of writing

Is setting them free.

Summer Sounds

In order to keep you in suspense (actually because my power is out and Wi-Fi time limited) I will save Addictive Emotions Part II for a later post.  For now enjoy some poetic rambling.

The symphony of summer dances in the air.

Flashes from fireflies keeping time,

as birds chirp the the melody.

Wet warmth embraces you from all sides,

like an armor protects you from cool reality.

Nothing else exists except the night,

the crickets,

the laughter.

Your helmet of humidity blocks all thoughts of tommorow,

leaving you in peace to savor the moment.  

Poetry Snipet

An Unfinished, Untitled Poem (or lack thereof)

Tired form a journey of self exploration

Each new discovery requiring more explanation

A never ending road of thought and speculation

The only limits set by your imagination

Second Ever Poetry Special!

Sweet Submission

Sleep lures me with her calm breezes, her inviting touch.

“Come,” she whispers, “rest your weary head.”

A drop of sweet blackness trickles down my tongue.

“Leave me temptress, for I am only closing my eyes.”

She laughs.

“Foolish mortal, you kid me not.  Why resist your desire?”

“Because I must work! I must perform. I must satisfy…”

“Give me your burdens, child,” coos the goddess of relief,

“Retreat to your dreams, collapse into quiet oblivion.”

I cling to consciousness with my remaining strength,

Yet I know it’s in vain.

So I curse the blessing as my world fades away,

But not before I notice

Her sly smile of triumph.

The First Ever Poetry Special!

          Here's a poem I wrote about a year ago that I felt like sharing.  I love to write poems, and although this one's pretty simple, it's one of my favorites.  I like to think of it as a motto for this blog.

Thanks

I wonder who will read this poem.

Who would read my work if I didn't even know em'?

Sometimes I wonder who will care

About my views, the things I share.

But I'm glad you care enough to have read

This collection of words my mind has shed.

So before you let this slip your mind,

Remember my thanks for being so kind