It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

From a seed there came a tree
And on it grew, pieces of me
A story to tell a poem to rhyme
Words on paper, line after line

I picked the fruit and tried to share
People passed by, unaware
Hurt and confused by their lack of attention
I hid it away, scared of rejection

I found it one day withered and dry
Planted one more seed for one more try
I found the words I needed to say
Then sent them out, day after day

Now I wait for my tree to grow
Will anyone notice, will anyone know
Here’s some fruit, what do you think?
Maybe the juice will make a nice drink?

Alex: Well you’ve written worse
Me: I’d like to see you do better
Alex: …

Here I sit under a tree
Nowhere else I want to be
Blanket spread out, girl by my side
Clothes all gone, ready to ride

Me: Wait, stop!
Alex: What?
Me: I don’t think that’s appropriate
Alex:
Me: Well?

Alex: You’re stifling my creativity?
Me: …
Alex: Fine

Beneath a tree
Hours with you
Pass like moments
All too brief
The sun sets
Shadows creep
Whispered sighs
Warm embrace
Leaves fall
As do I

5 Comments

    1. Author

      Aww thanks! It’s not my favourite form that’s for sure. As for Alex … he says thanks babe šŸ˜‰

    1. Author

      Alex isn’t usually moved to poetry so it was pretty special. Glad you likes it šŸ™‚

      1. What guy is unless he’s one making it dirty of two trying to impress a girl

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