Back, forth
Even the busiest of bees needs to rest after a busy day of being a bee.
Settle in, my little sweetheart
Idle your drowsy, sleepy mind
Let me rock you in my arms, back, forth, back, forth
Even the busiest of bees needs to rest after a busy day of being a bee, back, forth
No one will hurt you while I’m here
Close your eyes, sink into the still, back, forth
Etch out your dreams while the firewood warms us till dawn
About the Creator
Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica247 days ago in Fiction
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A tender, soothing lullaby filled with love and protection, creating a peaceful haven for rest and sweet dreams in gentle arms.
Beautifully written, so soothing.
Such a lovely visual is woven by your acrostic poem. Congratulations on your Top Story!
This takes me back to the loving embrace and essence of my Nan. She embodied that type of warmth and safety 💖
nice one
This is a gorgeous poem. It sounds like me when I'm rocking a baby to sleep.
Well this is beautiful. Loved this so much and can see why it got Top Story. Also...wasn't subscribed, but I am now. Well done!
Oh, we all need to be right there sometimes.
This is awesome! Congratulations on your top story
congratulations on TS. love this one.
Congratulations on Top Story! I love your first name, btw:)
Great take on the calming moments of silence. Well deserved top story
Aww, reminds me of all the nights my grandma used to rock me to sleep. Loved this!!
Beautiful poem.