My Own Poppyfield.A Poem by Rachel DeHart
I got off the phone with you with the
full intentions of sleep. I swear. So I don't know really, why its two and a half hours later. And I'm still [if not more] awake. This is so strange, cause with your voice in my ear, laughing about dressers left in stair ways. I was exhausted. Happily. Somehow lost in keeping you company. My mind drifted out over other conversations.. my body just happy to be relaxing in my computer chair, just talking. It was easy. so Effortless with you. Somehow, my mind doesn't lock up like it used to. But, alas. The moment goodbyes were said, and the phone line lay dead. Insomnia set in. And now, I am missing you a little bit. [okay, I'm a dreadful liar. I'm missing you a lot] Just kinda longing for the easy sound of your breathing across the 100's of miles between us. I read both John and Joan. Good choices. Thank you... But I can not find the still simple sleepiness that had settled like dust over me when you were on the line. How silly is it that you are almost like my own personal poppy field? And with the imagine of flying monkey's in my head, green witches and odd happy endings.. I think I can finally crawl into bed and dream. © 2008 Rachel DeHartFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on September 3, 2008 AuthorRachel DeHartFalls Church, VAAboutEvery day I wake up now is a gift, because I tried to stop the sun from rising. I find talking to be the hardest thing ever, but I am trying to find the words. My hair is a constantly changing cre.. more..Writing
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