Dusk (Cricket Lullaby)

Moving right along with my Poems of the Day, I have made it to Dusk! As Anne says in Windy Poplars, "Isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and... and... dusky." I've been fairly proud of the past poems in this series, but let me…

Sunset (Song)

Hello again, and I'm back sooner than I expected to bring the next installment of the Poems for the Day series. Moving along after Sunrise, Morning, and Noon, we come to Sunset! Eagle-eyed readers may notice that I'm skipping Evening, which I originally planned to do. This is because I'll be sharing a Dusk poem,…

Morning (Sonnet)

As stated in my last post, I'm starting a new series of poems about various times of the day. Now that Sunrise is complete, here is Morning. Next is Noon, Evening, Sunset, Dusk, then Midnight. Previously, I've shared poems written about waking up (or, more correctly, sleeping in) and forgetting a dream, but this sonnet is strictly about the…

Firefly Telephone

In an effort to avoid over-explaining myself and essentially ruining this poem, I'll briefly describe its history with two short phrases: staying up late; being interrupted. Enjoy. Faceless voice crawls in my ear And paints familiar pictures. Nausea and waiting keeps me quiet With invisible smiles to speak with. The moon slides by like a…

Poem: You Are Little Lights I Love

"Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun." Ecclesiastes 11:7 This poem is to no one specific, I just liked the idea of comparing my appreciation for lights to a person. Enjoy! You are the city lights when I face the night: Every tiny bulb, little…

Darkness Poem

Hey, all! Quick poem I wrote while slightly depressed with the world. Those moods often end up being my writing moods. Just your friendly neighborhood reminder that life is always hard, but God put a million good things in it to make it easier. 🙂 There is darkness in my world of selfishness and scorn.…

Melancholy Sunset Poem

This is something I wrote when I had a minor-key Franz Schubert waltz stuck in my head, and when I was driving in the country as the sun set. I pretended I was in a music video. Enjoy. Sun shrinks from the sky; Night crowds overhead. Shadows catch the eye; Sunbeams far have fled. Lord,…

Skhizien – a Poem

My brother wanted me to write something "dark, brooding, and a little creepy," so I dashed off this poem for him. I think he wanted to see if I could write anything legitimately unhappy. After reading this, he told me, "Um, this is a little bit darker than I meant." I disagree. This isn't that…