Essays from an Adventure, Part 4: Reverie

Submitted by Mary on Wed, 04/04/2018 - 01:15

For as long as I can remember, I have been captivated by clouds. No doubt this love was greatly enhanced by the fact that I grew up in the American Midwest, where some of the most spectacular cloud formations in the world are the daily norm. Hours upon hours of my childhood and teen years were devoted to lying on the ground or sitting on a high vantage point, watching everything from cotton puffs to monstrous storm cells move overhead.

Shadows in the Moonlight

Submitted by j. Glen pollard on Wed, 11/20/2013 - 17:37

Did you know a Shadow can have shadow?

I do.

I found that at 9:40 pm.

While being shone on by the Moon.

I held up my hand, and placed it on the door.

And instead of finding one shadow, I found instead four!

My finger moved up one

The Shadows followed soon

Then down left and up right

Those Shadows followed too!

When the door was finally opened, the Shadows have finally left

And I crept up the stairs into my bed.

And I see the Moon's light from the window

The shadows bobbed, to and fro.

White Funeral, part one

Submitted by Hannah W. on Fri, 12/18/2009 - 16:26

**This is inspired by a dream I had about a year ago-- I just found the paper on which I wrote about it, and it inspired this story. It will be a short one (read: not a novel), but I wanted to split it into more than one part so that it can have more time to fully flesh out. At the end, I will also try to get a better title, since this one doesn't quite fit. Let me know what you think, and as always, Enjoy. :) **



Snow, Snow, from the Gray, Gray Sky

Submitted by Hannah W. on Sat, 01/10/2009 - 20:22

Snow, snow,
from the gray, gray
white and glistening
where rooftops blend
into smooth gray sky
and blackbirds sit
on the wires overhead
crisscross stark
against gray, gray
like bark on the maple
out behind the fence
reaching up, up, up,
like reaching hands
stretching fingers
tring to catch the big, thick flakes
as they fall, fall
and there's so much world here
my boots crashing through
silent steps
cries of delight
ringing through gray, gray

On a Silent Night

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 12/23/2008 - 16:17

The silent, still darkness
Tick, tick, tick
of the kitchen clock
Shadows and quiet
Moonbeams through the window
drenching the smooth floor
in silver

Soft carpet,
hushed wind,
dark room
illuminated by colored lights
yellow and blue and red and green
strung around, weaving along the branches
of a tall evergreen
Twinkling silver and gold
hung on every bough
Glowing, magical
Soundless, beautiful
mysterious, wonder

Night Under the Star Filled Sky

Submitted by E on Tue, 11/11/2008 - 20:02

*Author's Note* Yay!! Finally, a good poem written by me! I love poetry but I have a lot of trouble writing it. I'm VERY happy with this though, and I hope y'all like it! P.S. Sorry it's so short!

Her eyes reflecting stars,
She looked
To the night sky
That t’was filled with
Bright Lights.
The moon shown
On her face,
Coloring her white,
On that night
Under the
Star filled sky


Submitted by Bernadette on Sat, 11/08/2008 - 17:19

Wonder of the glowing sunrise
With its golden day breaking horizons

Wonder of the laden dew
With tall green grass and sparkling leaves

Wonder of the sun’s bright light
With rays of gold stream down

Wonder of soft cloudy dawns
With cool wind wisps by

Wonder of the glistening lapping waves
With mermaids swimming tails glittering in sun

Wonder of the wavering sea
With blue depths, the sun rays gleaming through

Wonder of the rising whale
With water he leaps, as he comes from the sea