In honor of world poetry day, I thought I'd throw a little something together...
As I glance outside to see the clouds,
I pray for rain to fall.
The wind whips through the trees,
beating branches hit the wall.
All goes quiet,
The calm before the storm.
I glance up again,
As puddles begin to form.
As I stare outside,
The air becomes quite still.
The rain comes down,
Hitting my window sill.
There's nothing more great
On a rainy day,
Than a hot cup of coffee
And an audiobook to play!
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Interview With the Vampire by Anne RiceI started reading these books when I was a kid but never really got into them. Time to give them another shot!
Death du Jour by Kathy Reichs
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A Minute in the Life of a Boy by Erik Gustafson
ReplyDelete(Erik was unable to post a comment so he sent me his poem to post for him. I hope I formatted the stanzas correctly...)
A scrawny blond boy running
Bent over a sidewalk with
A Matchbox car between his legs
Flying like superman
Toward a forest of trees waving at him
Little, bony arms reaching into a tree
Pulling himself up, higher and higher
Stepping on branch after branch
Blue eyes marveling at the view
From the homemade tree house,
A mile high fortress defended by dwarves
Out the loose trap-door hidden in the back,
Leaping to the thick, twisted Swinging Branch,
Dangling, stretched out like a sleeping bat
Dropping triumphantly to a waiting horse
Galloping wildly around the foliage
Clutching that final ingredient secret sorcerers long for
Running from white Stormtroppers
Finding the perfect stick for a gun
Shooting back, diving over a grassy hill
Lasers loudly blasting overhead
Crawling into a huge, cement culvert
Submerging in the submarine Down! Down!
The boy's soft voice
Echoed in the concrete tube
A scrawny blond boy running alone,
In the mind of a grown man sitting alone