As I Lay, Here

Gentle windpaths brush my skin,
or touch the trees;
As I lay, here.

Raindrops cry down shadowed walls,
or outside panes;
As I lay, here.

Greying stormclouds dance within,
or mar the sky;
As I lay, here.

Sunlight beams ‘gainst bedroom halls,
or ‘gainst the world;
As I lay, here.

Storms without and storms within,
all in my mind;
As I lay, here.

 

©2020 Chelsea Owens

 

20 thoughts on “As I Lay, Here

  1. Peregrine Arc January 21, 2020 / 5:31 pm

    I really like this. Truly. It’s like listening to waves come onto shore. Anthology, anyone?

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  2. S. Chersis January 21, 2020 / 10:41 pm

    The weather here was almost this…it was quite nice.

    (And an equally nice, pleasant poem!)

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    • Chelsea Owens January 22, 2020 / 4:36 am

      Thank you! Coincidentally, I wrote it during fair weather, and published during foul.

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  3. Norah January 22, 2020 / 3:50 am

    Be careful with those storms.

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  4. Jules January 24, 2020 / 7:33 am

    I think storms can happy when one is sleep deprived. Oh, and it can rain outside too 🙂
    Rest when you can 😉

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