The Sleeper by E.A. Poe (Poe has been my inspiration since I was 12 years old)

The Sleeper by E.A. Poe 1831

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!

O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
‘Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
That, o’er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O’er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

Pisces Dreams under Scorpio’s Moon

Dreaming Pisces Dreams Under Scorpio’s Moon

My lake of diamond ripples

Enticing my poetic heart

I toss Neptune his coin

Tribute for his beautiful water

 I am Neptune’s daughter

And when I take my last breath

My ashes will go to my father

In the deep ocean depths

But for now I sit content

Dreaming Pisces dreams

At my diamond lake


Bonnie Jean Higgins

Healing My Hurt

Healing My Hurt

Grey storm

Volcano awakes

Scalding geyser

Onslaught of rage

Black, blind

unchecked violence

Colorless downward spiral

Enter the abyss

Indigo blue sky

midnight glass lake

Lost in a dank green forest

Touched by spider webs

Rainbows on Neptune’s waves

Prisms ever-changing

Pink, new

Blushing warmth

Red, black

Volcanic sulfur


Emotions I feel

When healing myself


Bonnie Jean Higgins

This poem was inspired by a workshop I attended and we were asked to write our own definitions for the following words.. these were mine.


I Just Breathe


I Just Breathe

I read the words

Panic surge


Feeling queasy

Painful chest


Hot tears

Drop on jeans

Assume the worst

Breathe girl breathe


Look in the mirror

Dark circles

Should have slept last night

Walk out the door




Bonnie Jean Higgins


Overreaction on my part