Chris Embrick

Gold Star - 14,346 Points (3/27/1952 / Commerce, Georgia)

Woolgathering - Poem by Chris Embrick

Under the trees the air is full
it's stifling in the Summer heat
the hammock's now my retreat
when the sun's high and senses dull

Thoughts drift and drip like malaise
life slows down to a snail's pace
eye-lids droop on every face
they named them well, these Dog Days

In time my mind began to lull
in dreaming, I became a bird
and in my ears my singing heard
there with the dogs, I gathered wool

Released from time, the dream goes on
to snow-capped peaks I swiftly fly
among the clouds, I sail the sky
until thunder's rumble brings me home

My freedom gained all be it brief
too soon awakened dreamy-eyed
the dogs still sleeping by my side
at least the rain brought some relief.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming, fantasy, flight, summer

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2018



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