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Array ( [sid] => 24044 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Nightfall [time] => 2003-09-29 05:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I sit In my room,
I look around,
everything's quiet.
Except for the tv,
running in the background,
and the sound
of my sisters
faint laugh,
as I write this poem.
The fan is blowing
against my hair and skin,
and the crickets are
cherping loudly outside my window.
It's dark outside,
and the wind is
gently blowing.
I watch out the window,
and as I do,
I see the trees outside,
gently sway
from side to side,
and with every
sway a leaf falls,
to the ground,
gently blowing in circles,
on the ground,
as a crazy cat,
chases it.
Hoping to catch it.
I come away
from the window,
And go sit on my bed.
I lay back,
and put my head on
my pillow,
and rest my head.
Soon after doing so,
I fall asleep,
drifting away
into a night
full of dreams. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 31 [informant] => sugar0986 [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )

Nightfall

Contributed by sugar0986 on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

I sit In my room,
I look around,
everything's quiet.
Except for the tv,
running in the background,
and the sound
of my sisters
faint laugh,
as I write this poem.
The fan is blowing
against my hair and skin,
and the crickets are
cherping loudly outside my window.
It's dark outside,
and the wind is
gently blowing.
I watch out the window,
and as I do,
I see the trees outside,
gently sway
from side to side,
and with every
sway a leaf falls,
to the ground,
gently blowing in circles,
on the ground,
as a crazy cat,
chases it.
Hoping to catch it.
I come away
from the window,
And go sit on my bed.
I lay back,
and put my head on
my pillow,
and rest my head.
Soon after doing so,
I fall asleep,
drifting away
into a night
full of dreams.

Copyright © sugar0986 ... [ 2003-09-29 05:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Nightfall (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 05:50:22 PM AEST
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A simple little scene of every day life, and yet it's so interesting to me. I can see what you're seeing, and I can feel what you're feeling. Strange, how poetry connects people through words. Lovely write sugar!

-JBP

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