I wrote this poem last summer, I think. Today I typed up all my poems into a Word document and it's 13 pages long, so that is pretty cool. I thought I'd share one of my poems now.
The beginnings of summer sweep over the night
The warm still air seeps in through the open window
And the sleeves of a sweatshirt cover her sun-kissed arms.
Passively time ticks on
Being at home brings back memories:
Photographs of a childhood now gone
Journal entries of carefree high school days
Mental images of time spent with a boy
Who she thought was ‘the one.’
Many months are ahead, summer is only beginning
She gently lays her head on her pillow
For tomorrow is a new day
The rain has emptied itself and passed
The sun shall bring with it the morning.