peepers

 

we are abstract shapes

floating on the nebulous horizon

with no cathedral colors

but white sheet like cotton balls

 

we meet the morning sun

as polluted smokes rise above

our tiny heads as marbles

and we happily sing folk songs

 

hummingbirds are shy

that’s what we think

the earth is getting hot

we are soaked and sweating

 

moving to an afternoon

we see dirty cups of black coffee

people sipping and no wonder

they cannot sleep at nights

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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12 Responses to peepers

  1. eatmorewords says:

    Some great lines…

    hummingbirds are shy

    that’s what we think

    the earth is getting hot

    we are soaked and sweating

    Thumbs up from me!

  2. QueridaJ says:

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  3. clintonspel says:

    nice lines…. i loveee it 🙂

  4. nightlake says:

    nice one:) I like these lines here, ‘hummingbirds are shy
    that’s what we think..’

  5. I saw some of these peepers last night, in the sky above my house – honest.

  6. thanks for dropping by my site and following! Very humbled to be a thought in someone else’s life! I must admit, I am fond of the verses “we see dirty cups of black coffee people sipping and no wonder they cannot sleep at nights” … so true if I drink after a certain hour 🙂

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