Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

lullaby life April 10, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 11:36 pm

I sing of everyday things
of baby’s cry on aaaaaaaaaaaaaand on aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa n d aaaaaon aaaaaaaaathrough the night
of mamas and papas bent double
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand little chidlins dabbling in trouble
I sing of pine-cones hit the earth
of daisy chains where mischief reigns on elementary playgrounds
mud pies made of summer sighs
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand just a little bit of spit
I sing of sun parched clouds
and goldenrod sandy down dunes
and little old men who drink their prunes
aaaaaaaaaaaaafrom a glass.

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010

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6 Responses to “lullaby life”

  1. Ji Says:

    wild but beautiful words,
    everyone sings something like this.

    • laurenmichelleotheim Says:

      Thank you! I wanted to write something that seemed both eccentric and profoundly ordinary at the same time, just the way life is 🙂

  2. trisha Says:

    and you sing so beautifully…. keep singing. 🙂

  3. I really enjoyed your diction in this poem! I believe my favorite line from this poem has to be “I sing of pine-cones hit the earth”


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