Out of the Fields, Phillis Wheatley!
Poem
It's dangerous for
A little girl venturing out in the fields,
Imagining happy times alone,
Letting whatever crawl in her ears
Arms, legs, face, neck... Tears,
From napping alone.
Whatever sings
Sing her eyes closed.
Tiny lullabies to distract one
While sleeping.
Life bites she knows...
For reality,
For morality,
For religion,
And for classical poetry.
Now, a poet to distract one
While one sleeps.
A lifestyle inside her veins
Like ink, permanently eats...
Out of the fields, Ms. Wheatley!
Way too late.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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