- Books, Literature, and Writing
My very first Poem - (approx. 14 years old) - "A Midnight December"
I've never published this before; it has been in my old, worn notebooks and folders for many years, transported from home in Minnesota to my first Military base in California, through move upon move of my adult life. It's been hiding out in a dark box for too many years, I thought It needed to come out and breath for a little while!
Tell me what you think! (remember, I WAS 14 when I wrote it so...[not pro caliber])
As I remember...
I flashes behind my rapid eye movement,
It captures me, bending time, anyway that I choose it.
I’m unconscious, bewildered please tell me who is this,
Pushing me, pulling me the dream sets me loose...
Then it is dark.
A dream of dancing, of prancing, foreseeing and flying
With a crash and a flip my thoughts are all dying
Succumbed to the power of unidentified grey matter
The dream starts again,” Oh! I'm falling from a stray ladder!"
Reason is unthinkable, the depth is unfeasible,
Plunging into nothingness, I am present at the birth of my thoughts…
Strange that I see, yes, another human flee from the caverns of my spirited soul!
-Crazed in a daze, and lost in the maze of my kingdom, the man does not know…I thought him here.
To another image I go with a hop and a skip, I catch up with the man, “Wow-this is a Trip!”
He turns and he utters through a mile-long beard, “Not to complain, my son, but THIS place is WEIRD!”
I cannot deny but smile and agree, “This dream is for you, certainly not for me!”
So I offer him my gift.
The man replied “No! For it is time for MY sleep! Your dreams are for you, and only YOU to keep.”
Awaking in the moonlight of a midnight December
My thoughts say I’ve dreamt, or have they…
...I can’t remember.