Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.145.149.120

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit,
   
With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast,
          marmalade, not cherry or anything else 

Next to an ocean, ignoring the smell,
Lying in a hammock or in the grass, even on a sandy gritty beach towel.
Listening to children’s giggles, being dripped on 
                     by wet swimming suits running past
                 
I can devour a pile of books.
    History, science, animal facts, jokes, limericks, Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, Coleridge, Poe.
    When one grabs me and throttles me to pay attention I am lost….

I am no longer a mere mortal.
             I am in a microscope, under a kitchen floorboard, in a tulip’s leaf, 
                          I am a faery, a T-rex, a Stormtrooper, a police detective.

In a treehouse, 
            High above my neighbors, not hearing them at all,
                            Yet subconsciously hearing everything, 
          I learned to be a book worm, reading Agatha Christie first….

Written 3-08-19
Contest:  The Bookworm Poetry Contest                Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required