The darkest of rain


The darkest of rains

Come at night when you sleep

Pouring down like the tears

While little children weep

I perch on the window sill



For the right moment to enter

Your dreams while you sleep

While you weep

Tucked snugly in your sheets

I wait longingly to enter


While you sleep

While you weep

I carry my bag

Tools and tricks of the trade

To be put to use where your body is laid



For the right moment to creep

In through your window

While you lay in your sleep


Do not make a peep

I reach into my bag

Lift my hand to your face

And plant my sleepy seed

Right into its place

Β©Jennifer David 2013/2014

(This is about the Sandman and sleepy seeds. Did I trick you into thinking it was something dark?)
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    • Jennifer writingsofamrs

      Mission accomplished. I was trying to combine a bit of mystery writing into poetry. I don’t usually write ‘dark’ poetry so I hope some people didn’t shy away from reading given the tone I set.
      Thanks for taking a moment to comment. I really appreciate it.

  1. pishnguyen

    Lovely poem! I was thinking “dark and sinister” right up until the last line. Fantastic and fun “fake-out”! πŸ˜€

    Thank you for stopping by my blog, and for the “like” on my recent post. I am happy you enjoyed it, and I appreciate your visit to my site. πŸ™‚

  2. Cathy Ulrich

    I like the Sandman idea. Have you seen the car commercial where the Sandman trips and dumps a bunch of sand on the sleeper and he has this amazing dream about racing his new car on NASCAR. (of course I don’t remember which car it is – so I guess it wasn’t that successful a commercial after all πŸ™‚ )

    • Jennifer writingsofamrs

      That was the plan….but really it’s just the sand man standing out side in the rain!
      It’s interesting isn’t it how we can so easily be misled through a combination of words and imagery?
      Thank you for taking the time to comment Sarah. I appreciate it.

  3. Geraldine A Word A Day!

    You scared the beejeebers (what are beejeebers?) out of me! I really thought you had gone to the dark side you clever lady! I don’t know if I have the courage to write my final poem! it will be said to say goodbye to NaPoWriMo ! best wishes Geraldine πŸ™‚

    • Jennifer writingsofamrs

      Hi Geraldine,
      I actually have not been participating in the NaPoWriMo competition. I found a love and passion for poetry around 5 days into my blogging when I posted my one and only poem that I wrote many year back. It’s such a new love for me. So I won’t be slowing down any time soon and I hope that you keep it up as well!
      Yes what are beejeebers? They sound creepy though, so it’s fitting!
      I was worried some of my readers may not read this given the look of it from the beginning.
      No dark side for me…. yet? πŸ˜‰
      Have a wonderful day and thank you for your lovely post.

  4. Adele Holifield

    You definitely had me thinking something unheard of happened to you. Making readers wonder and question… very good.

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  6. noirfifre

    You naughty, naughty girl. At first I thought some was comforted in pain, then you mentioned “seeds” and I thoughts slowly drifted. haha πŸ˜›

  7. bgbowers

    I loved this poem, Jennifer. It made me think of my children…they are both under 5 yrs and I often watch them sleeping and wonder what they are dreaming about. X

  8. heysugarsugar

    ohhhhh that was scary …see you were right earlier when we talked about not seeing the meaning of a poem straight away πŸ™‚ that was really good Jennifer. I liked it a lot., C. x

  9. wordsinsidemysoul

    That was beautiful. Maybe it is because I love the rain and the dark and dreams, but all I could see in the poem was a dreamweaver waiting to give a sad child a dream. Maybe it was because as I read it, I was already sweetly sad about something else. This poem touched me deeply. Thank you.

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