A Poem by Summer Windton

A poem I did in several minutes. enjoy.



the silence draws me in

to her captivating lust.

pulling me in silently, until I'm headfirst

drowning in her grasp.

I must pull away

before she eats me whole.

the subtle, quiet traits of life,

she rests. the undead traveller.


she tempts me with a lustful laugh

promises that this is fun.

and I try to pull away, but like a bug

caught in a spider's web.

she rests in the quiet, subtle things, the

lip of a flower she calls her home.

the dead disease she spreads anew,

silence. my worst enemy.

© 2012 Summer Windton

Author's Note

Summer Windton
This poem is about how dangerous the subtle, quiet, lightly-put things in our life can be. Room for further inteperations encouraged.

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Added on April 28, 2012
Last Updated on April 28, 2012
Tags: silence, tranquility, peace, summer, windton, summerwind, poem, poems


Summer Windton
Summer Windton

I'm like the wind. I come and go. Born of the wind, and I will go back, with the wind. Some write for fortune, some for fame. Some because of grief or envy. I write because it was my destiny. .. more..

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A Poem by Summer Windton