i lay in darkness
listening to the r-um-ble
beyond the glass
slumber interrupted
flashes seep under my lashes
while you sleep
down the hall
dreaming in music
image and sound
the conductor
cuing the artist
to scratch the sky
with cymbals and drums
and the boom, boom, booming
crish, crash, clanging
unaware that you
woke my inner poet
tonight.
listening to the r-um-ble
beyond the glass
slumber interrupted
flashes seep under my lashes
while you sleep
down the hall
dreaming in music
image and sound
the conductor
cuing the artist
to scratch the sky
with cymbals and drums
and the boom, boom, booming
crish, crash, clanging
unaware that you
woke my inner poet
tonight.
3 comments:
Shelley, I don't know where you got all your many talents, but it wasn't from me! You should write more often - you do a wonderful job! I liked your poem a lot!
Hi Shelley,
Ditto those comments from your mom! :)
Thanks, guys!
This was inspired by Matthew. When it was storming the other night, he asked if there were going to be "scratches in the sky". I told him that it deserves be a song. He immmediately started making a song that sounded like a thunderstorm and said it would be with drums and cymbals. As he makes me all the time, I was blown away and knew it had to be a poem at least. =)
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