Summer Rhyme
I’m staying in the house til the sun goes down
and the lights turn on in this one horse town
when the lightning bugs all fly around
my burned yet pallid face.
I’m staying in the house so the moon can rise
and reflect her glow in my wondering eyes
while the backyard elves all plot surprise
for a morning dew of lace.
I’m staying in the house til the leaves all turn
and there’s no more lessons left to learn
and the road leads home where I always yearn
for a different kind of pace.
I’m staying in the house til I can’t hold still
and I crack the door of my own free will
and find the morning waiting still
in patient, peaceful grace.
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Ahhhh awesome, Arwen!!! I loved reading this out loud.
Those first 2 lines are magic. Who plays guitar?! Let’s make this a country song!
Is this a particular kind of form or just something you were feeling in your bones? I like it. Maybe I’ll use it as a prompt for something similar. Good work!! .. Crack the door of my own free will is beautiful too.
Yeeeeeessssss all we need is a guitarist let’s go!
I imagine it’s some kind of form but I don’t know what – I used to write all of my poems exclusively like this lol so it lives in my brain
I agree with Emily……awesome…..that is a whole lot of work( insert standing ovation here) ๐ Rhythmic and wonderful and really sits beautiful on the page.
Yes !!!!!
thanks Coleman! I love a good standing ovation ahahaha
It sure does feel like hit song. Your college fund for your kids?
oh boy if that happens believe me, I am ready!
This is such pleasant read! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Nancy!
Definitely can hear it as others have said. ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ
That ending, so wonderful. What a great rhythm this piece has … kudos!
I love a rhymed poem and this has great images, rhythm, and mood
Ok everyone – call me crazy (I have a lot of time on my hands these days) – but I just overlaid “I Walk The Line” by Johnny Cash on this and it’s perfect! Do iiiiiit.
Arwen, I’ll tellin’ ya: Find a guitarist. Head to Nashville!
LOL Em ok that does it, time to dust off my grandpa’s guitar!