Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.19.67.85

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

I had hoped to pen a poem today
Before laying myself down to sleep,
But I have to admit with some dismay
That my emotions were not so deep.

The pencil-thin line of flaming red
Drawn so lightly in the morning sky
Announced the sun’s rising overhead
Yet left no impression upon my eye.

The crisp morning air that greeted me -
Rich with the scent of apple wood smoke –
Must have left no mark on my memory,
Nor knew the language my spirit spoke.

My children’s laughter at games and play
Fell on my ears like notes from a bell,
Though I heard those notes so clear and gay
My heart, I fear, did not listen well.

The aromas from the kitchen stove
Promised a meal for which I must wait,
But the smell of cornbread, ham and clove
Soon departed with my empty plate.

The evening stars that gently twinkled
Against the dark of heavenly height
Sent a warm glow that lightly sprinkled
On my too insensate soul tonight.

I had hoped to pen a poem today
Before laying myself down to sleep,
But I have to admit with some dismay
I had no sense of what to keep.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required