| Author: | Charles Harvey | ISBN: | 9781370498345 |
| Publisher: | Wes Writers & Publishers | Publication: | April 3, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Charles Harvey |
| ISBN: | 9781370498345 |
| Publisher: | Wes Writers & Publishers |
| Publication: | April 3, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
April is National Poetry Month!
Some readers find comfort in reading poetry like one feels at ease with a cat on the lap. But some poems rocket you out of your comfort zone. They have the audacity to get in your face and shake your rump up. Robert Frost said, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." However, I believe words should also be the founders of thoughts.
The poems in 3AM were birthed at that hour, or at some point in the witching hours between midnight and dawn. I hope these poems lift you from the pages or pixels on your screen and send your heart flying around the room.
Excerpts:
The Man in The Moon 1
Who's up at 2 am?
The midnight oil has long burned out
Sleep and sex roll restless
On the worn mattress.
Dreams escape the open eyes
Shadows rattle the door
Three o'clock is the witching hour
Red ashes float from the patio
Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing.
You look away only to look again.
You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company
And your lilac-scented air could use some funk.
But the night won't last a lifetime, so
You slip back into your room and wonder,
What if there is a man in the moon?
A Good Dog
The neighbor beats his dog at 3am
and he don't stop
I hear her tail beating the wall
and he don't stop
She gnaws on his bone
and he don't stop
All night long she whines
and he don't stop
Her collar and chain drags the floor
and he don't stop
She begs at the table
and he don't stop
She rolls over and plays dead
and he don't stop
She fetches his slippers
and he don't stop
She trees his birds
and he don't stop
She has his puppies
and he don't stop
All in the wee hours I hear
bitch bitch bitch
and he don't stop.
April is National Poetry Month!
Some readers find comfort in reading poetry like one feels at ease with a cat on the lap. But some poems rocket you out of your comfort zone. They have the audacity to get in your face and shake your rump up. Robert Frost said, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." However, I believe words should also be the founders of thoughts.
The poems in 3AM were birthed at that hour, or at some point in the witching hours between midnight and dawn. I hope these poems lift you from the pages or pixels on your screen and send your heart flying around the room.
Excerpts:
The Man in The Moon 1
Who's up at 2 am?
The midnight oil has long burned out
Sleep and sex roll restless
On the worn mattress.
Dreams escape the open eyes
Shadows rattle the door
Three o'clock is the witching hour
Red ashes float from the patio
Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing.
You look away only to look again.
You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company
And your lilac-scented air could use some funk.
But the night won't last a lifetime, so
You slip back into your room and wonder,
What if there is a man in the moon?
A Good Dog
The neighbor beats his dog at 3am
and he don't stop
I hear her tail beating the wall
and he don't stop
She gnaws on his bone
and he don't stop
All night long she whines
and he don't stop
Her collar and chain drags the floor
and he don't stop
She begs at the table
and he don't stop
She rolls over and plays dead
and he don't stop
She fetches his slippers
and he don't stop
She trees his birds
and he don't stop
She has his puppies
and he don't stop
All in the wee hours I hear
bitch bitch bitch
and he don't stop.
