the house guestsA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)the house asleep at nighti close my eyes i shut my mind the locusts blur its all left behind my pillow sweats i toss and turn what a peaceful mind when will i truly find in the other rooms the teddies play they are on the floor at end of day my dogs toys old chicken and old bear they run to safety of a shelter chair the 3 buddhas grinning there they sit transfixed with ears and eyes and yes no hair they start to move their tight muscles they stretch and yawn before the dawn the kettle brews a pot of tea for porcelain dolls they are thirsty see they drink with pinkies in the air just like their owners do they learnt from somewhere the paintings on the wall do move the pictures make a movie too the flower blooms to full capacity the surf it roars for all to hear the trees they sway in gentle dignity the clock it strikes just pre dawn time all go back to being dumb deaf and blind they close their eyes their wooden hearts they ache for night to come again so that they can dance and sing and come to life again i awake and see the time is high its time to shower shine and greet the birds that fly i i trip on dogs toys underfoot oh jakey boy my dog youve been a busy boy bringing all your toys to me i toss them back to where they all should be jakes asleep under my bed there he hadnt moved an inch from there! that night he didnt dare!!!
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6 Reviews Added on April 28, 2018 Last Updated on April 28, 2018 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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