Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Who Am I?


I'm invisible.

Who am I?

I'm around you often, but you rarely notice me.

Who am I?

I make noise, but usually other noises keep you from hearing me.

Who am I?

By now you've probably guessed that I'm the wind. Somedays I wish I were the wind, so that I could blow far away from you.

But I'm not the wind.

Who am I?

I'm the one you never see, never hear, never seek out, and I'm too afraid to seek you out. I'm the girl you never saw, I'm the boy you never cared to speak to. I'm the one who's always there but never heard.

Because you never heard.

Who am I?

You'll never know, will you?

 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Summer Day

  Bright sun rising, rising clear and true.
Yellow sun, cheery sun, makes me think of you.

White clouds rolling, rolling 'round the sky.
Big clouds little clouds, high, high, high.

Damp dew melting, melting in the heat.
Wet dew, silver dew; pure, clean, sweet.

Green grass blowing, blowing in the breeze.
Thick grass, cool grass, buzzing loud with bees.

 Kitty paws running, running through the brush.
Round paws, quiet paws, hush, hush, hush.

  Dandelions dancing, dancing through the air.
Wishes in a whirl of white, flying who knows where?

   Child's laughter ringing, ringing in my ear.
Happy laugh, giddy laugh, sweet, loud, clear.

  Hummingbird humming, humming next to me.
Dipping bird, singing bird; soaring to the tree.
 
  Lemonade swishing, swishing in my mug.
Chilly 'ade, slushy 'ade; glug, glug, glug.

 Hose water raining, raining down and down.
Water clear and water cool, spraying all around.

  Daisy petals flying, flying though its hot.
Loves me yes or loves me no? He loves me, loves me not.

 Guitar strings strumming, strumming soft and slow.
Strings high, strings strong and strings singing low.

   Sunset glowing, glowing orange and pink.
Red sun, radiant sun; sink, sink, sink.

Once upon a time, I dreamed in pink....

Once upon a time, I dreamed in pink.
Not really but my teacher told me to write, and not to think.
And as pink rymes with think,
(And I happen to love pink)
And no one else would ever think
To dream in pink,
My fingers typed "I dreamed in pink."
And I think,
That a dream in pink
Would be a very pleasant dream
To think.