Welcome to My Poetry Site
47,631 poems read
“Hiding in the Sun”
She stood in
the light of
the new day’s
sun
feeling it’s
warmth
through the
thin cotton
of the long
tee-shirt
she was
wearing
that went
down
to a foot
above
her knees,
she was gathering
her strength
from a strong
cup of black
coffee
and what ever
energy
she could siphon
off the sun
trying to replenish
what she lost
fighting the
truth
last night
working so hard
at not accepting
in her mind
what she knew
was going to
prove out
to be true,
she stretches
her back
holding
what’s left
of the coffee
in her cup
high above her
head
pulling up that
thin cotton
veil
showing the
sun
the full length
of her legs
the smoothness
of
her skin
gives no
resistance
to the fabric
as it slides
over her
body,
oh
if she could
just curl up
and lie in
the sun
soaking up the
day
not having to
think about
or face
the decisions
lining up before
her,
she lowers her
coffee cup
feeling recharged
in spirit
sending her
tee-shirt
back to riding
along her
upper thighs
she exits her
little stage in
the sun
dumping out
the last third
of her cup
of coffee
in favor of
a freshly
brewed
pot
and a chair
at her kitchen
window
she reaches out
picking up her
phone
off the kitchen
table
it’s not feeling
quite as heavy
as it did
when she
sat it there
last night
she positions
the screen
in front of
her
holds her cup
of coffee
with both
hands
as she blows
across the
surface
of the coffee
while looking
down
into the small
window
of her life
her tongue
carefully
treads into
the hot liquid
checking the
temp
before letting
it
reach her lips,
she scrolls
through
all those texts
from the night
before
navigating
through
the clusters of
angry thoughts
and cleaver
words
trying to only
weigh
their heartfelt
meanings
against the
feelings
of her own,
she notices
the sun
has caught
the kitchen
table
and she watches
as it slowly
creeps along
while she struggles
with what she
wants to say,
her coffee
gone
and half of
the kitchen
table
now bathed
in sunlight
she finally
just writes
“I Loved you,
more than
life
it’s self
but last
night
my life
with you
ended”
before
turning off
her phone
grabbing a
pillow
off the couch
and curling up
on the floor
in a 6 by 6
foot square
of morning
light
with her knees
tucked into
her
long cotton
tee-shirt
with nothing
else left
to comfort
her
but the
sun…
Tom Allen…04-01-2018…
She stood in
the light of
the new day’s
sun
feeling it’s
warmth
through the
thin cotton
of the long
tee-shirt
she was
wearing
that went
down
to a foot
above
her knees,
she was gathering
her strength
from a strong
cup of black
coffee
and what ever
energy
she could siphon
off the sun
trying to replenish
what she lost
fighting the
truth
last night
working so hard
at not accepting
in her mind
what she knew
was going to
prove out
to be true,
she stretches
her back
holding
what’s left
of the coffee
in her cup
high above her
head
pulling up that
thin cotton
veil
showing the
sun
the full length
of her legs
the smoothness
of
her skin
gives no
resistance
to the fabric
as it slides
over her
body,
oh
if she could
just curl up
and lie in
the sun
soaking up the
day
not having to
think about
or face
the decisions
lining up before
her,
she lowers her
coffee cup
feeling recharged
in spirit
sending her
tee-shirt
back to riding
along her
upper thighs
she exits her
little stage in
the sun
dumping out
the last third
of her cup
of coffee
in favor of
a freshly
brewed
pot
and a chair
at her kitchen
window
she reaches out
picking up her
phone
off the kitchen
table
it’s not feeling
quite as heavy
as it did
when she
sat it there
last night
she positions
the screen
in front of
her
holds her cup
of coffee
with both
hands
as she blows
across the
surface
of the coffee
while looking
down
into the small
window
of her life
her tongue
carefully
treads into
the hot liquid
checking the
temp
before letting
it
reach her lips,
she scrolls
through
all those texts
from the night
before
navigating
through
the clusters of
angry thoughts
and cleaver
words
trying to only
weigh
their heartfelt
meanings
against the
feelings
of her own,
she notices
the sun
has caught
the kitchen
table
and she watches
as it slowly
creeps along
while she struggles
with what she
wants to say,
her coffee
gone
and half of
the kitchen
table
now bathed
in sunlight
she finally
just writes
“I Loved you,
more than
life
it’s self
but last
night
my life
with you
ended”
before
turning off
her phone
grabbing a
pillow
off the couch
and curling up
on the floor
in a 6 by 6
foot square
of morning
light
with her knees
tucked into
her
long cotton
tee-shirt
with nothing
else left
to comfort
her
but the
sun…
Tom Allen…04-01-2018…