My Own Poppyfield.

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 DeHart


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I like it!

as someone who struggles as well to sleep at night I know exactly what your talking about :)

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.

I LOVE those lines!
I'm always asking myself why it is I'm still awake at 4:00 in the morning.. lol!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like it!

as someone who struggles as well to sleep at night I know exactly what your talking about :)

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.

I LOVE those lines!
I'm always asking myself why it is I'm still awake at 4:00 in the morning.. lol!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is great Rachel! Does this person know you write about them so much I wonder? Jeez, I wish someone wrote about me like this. I liked the entire thing and the name was quite inviting I must admit : )

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very imaginative, you defiantly have a very unique flow to your work. i enjoy your use of socially recognizable images, to make a genuine connection to your reader and bring them once again along for the journey, that your mind takes as you put words to paper.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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