Thursday, August 30, 2007

Poetry Thursday

Chasing Night Dreams

The hopeful tune of an owl,
The belly-groan of a bullfrog,
The constant chirp of a cricket,
Sing to the fog
that blankets the field
and sleeps on limbs.

All of this follows a storm
that rocked the clouds and swept the earth.
Now lightning bugs chase lightning
into the drying sky.

The flashes and the fog,
The chirps and groans and tunes,
lull me to sleep
in my safe sheets,

But I long to be wading through the grass,
the leftover rain catching my ankles,
the night dreaming of me instead.

5 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh gosh yes - that last stanza - i know the feeling so well

gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful imagery and great words..

lisrobbe said...

I felt like I was right there listening myself. This was great.

tumblewords said...

Ohmigosh! Incredibly fine! The portrayal of the 'doing instead of being done to' is terrific!

Pauline said...

Fog sleeping on limbs, the drying sky, safe sheets, the night dreaming you - every image is instantly recognizable yet couched in such original terms that the words fairly sing with freshness. Well done, Trina!