Musings of the Midnight Mind.

 

Bundled in the loud silence of the night

my head rehashed every word that was said

and every detail I was fed, re-walked

every path I could have led or others

I might still tread, I prayed and pled in dread

of the day that lay ahead, all the while

feeling sleep begin to spread, until finally-

I went to bed.

 

                                         -Sebastian Emery

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NaPoWriMo #5- Pecan Pie

Pecan Pie

 

 

Simple small city side walk

stopped.

Side step and sacred trotting,

pitter-patter tiny paws stalk

pocked

paths and unpaved too. Plotting

his next meal, wondering

whose nuts to steal.

 

Charlie Cheeks chewed up my sheets.

Chewed

chunks, like churros, cheese or other tasty cheats.

Living life out in my Lawn.

lewd

lovers linger, leave, and yawn.

Fluffy guy, how

do get so high?

 

You yell (or squeak), and your youngster

yips.

Yikes, let me yahoo what to do. My wife,

having hands rest on her

hips

her humor filled eyes, she halted the feud with haste and heart,

and put some pecan pie, up

to the little guys lips.

-Sebastian Emery

Today’s prompt was to write about something based in the natural world. So I decided to write a story about a fury little critter who lives on my own small slice nature.

NaPoWriMo# 4 The Gardener

The Gardener

Terra Firma had freckles,

Angel kissed, but hers were green.

Terra loved to garden

All things she loved to grow.

Some you’d know, some were sweet, while others keen,

In a breath, the rest she whispers for her tenderfoot off Spring,

Little flower blossom

 

“Golden flower, soak it in

don’t let your petals grow weak.

We live in the goldilocks, don’t take for granted

One in a billion,

Little flower, blossom

Sent from heaven above,

Grow high, unfold far out,

It’s the best high you’ll ever get, daised but not so confused.

Mothers say “stay out of-”, “cover up-”, or “why don’t you go get some-!”

But that’s just a mothers nature, what you need is Mother Nature.

Drink water,

Little flower blossom

 

Our home gets it just right,

Winter’s over, days are longer,

Feed steadfast and take your fill,

You’re love and you’re beauty in a pot on a window sill.

Warm your wings and never hunger

Drink the fruit of the angel kiss,

Color my freckle,

Little flower blossom”

 

-Sebastian Emery

Today’s theme was to write a poem with

a hidden enigma or a sort of unmentioned riddle, I hope that you enjoyed it.

Here is a bonus excerpt from the upcoming sequel-

Terra Firma had a sister,

When away, her sailor lover missed her

deep blue eyes and wavering stability

her fits of rage

her sweet assuage.

Loving she of sacred tranquility.

NaPoWriMo #3 – Punctuality

Punctuality

April, a month, a poem a day.

Fourth from the start first from the pen

Two days behind, now nearly three or four

I find myself grasping for something to say

How long left have I got? Minutes, less than ten

New prompt is up, I just need to be more

Punctual.

-Sebastian Emery

Todays theme was to write a elegy about someone or something that has passed. This is my first day of the National Poetry Month Challenge, two days late, so I decided to write mine about the time that has passed between now and the official beginning of the challenge.