| At nights on porches smooth voices float through air And brush against my cheek to make me smile Sounds cradle me; run fingers through my hair. They carry me and hold me all the while. The words some say or write can hold me too. They calm me down as they float through my ears And seep so deep into my head and move Among my thoughts to soothe the wonders; fears. Or arms that wrap around my little form When I am cold or lonely in the night To patch the places where I had been torn And with those arms and hands all is set right. From diff�rent people, places, feelings, times Caresses bring peace to my heart and mind. |
| This is the second sonnet I wrote- and the one I turned in. I wrote it as part of my final for Creative Writing (2001). Dr. Throne liked it a lot and (suprizingly) so did my mom. She said that it was a more intimate look at who i am and that it shows that i am a very 'tactile' person. hmm.... What do you think? |
| I don't remember what I Titled this |