I see the scraps of morning
Gently amble over-head,
The farm-cat fiercely yawning
Stretching,
Scratching on my bed.
All about,
The air is thick with
Light anticipation
As i slip into my dress and hat
And hurry to the station.
They poor from doors
Like green-ish bugs, as the
Platform fills with shouts.
I go up on my tip toes
To search his movements out.
He's there,
I know it,
I am sure -
I'd dreamt it up last night.
He'd spill out with them
From the train
Returning from the fight.
But as the beetles drain away
He simply won't appear
So i go on home,
'another day'
i think
'he will be here'.
The darkness follows,
Folds the sky
I slip into the house
And in my head,
That muffled truth
Lies quiet
as
a mouse.
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Wow this was a great poem, very powerful. I love the structure of it as well as the vivid imagery. Combining the two elements all but accentuates the the words and the poem all together as a whole =) very nice. You're very talented. I enjoyed this poem a lot.
wow. that was truly amazing. ok, so at first when i read a couple lines i though, uh oh, this is terrible rhyming. by the end i was all, "oh who cares! that was amazing and if she changed the rhyming at all it would mess everything up!" so bravo. i loved the-
He's there,
I know it,
I am sure -
and the-
Lies quiet
as
a mouse.
very nice, adds a good touch. i would basicly say never stop you are a really good writer with lots of potential.