soft arms of dawn
sneaks in between
half-closed
bedroom blinds,

(wake up, wake up)

infant sunshine
sweeps leftover
crumbs of late
stars’ snack,

(come back, come back)

i sat, unmoving,
inside the swaying
boat of an
ended dream,

(wishing, wishing)

our sheet isn’t
empty of you.

01.29.2020
©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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For dVerse Tuesday Poetics with Lillian.
how about writing a poem that takes us inside a dream? It can be your dream or someone else’s dream. Are you sleeping in a bed during this dream? Sitting on a train dozing? Leaning up against a tree staring at the clouds? Does your dream take you beneath the seas? Into the clouds? Or maybe you’re on a stage flooded with the smoke of dry ice? Is your dream triggered by a scent? By a song? By a photo you came across? Let your imagination drift and take us with you into a dream!

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22 Comments

  1. This is just delightful! I feel like I’m being hugged by a poem! I especially love the asides and the lines:
    ‘infant sunshine
    sweeps leftover
    crumbs of late
    stars’ snack’
    and
    ‘… the swaying
    boat of an
    ended dream’.
    And such a wonderful ending to a sad poem.

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  2. It’s always hard when the ones we love cannot physically be with us in the moment and your poem weaves that melancholy with a loveliness that almost makes one forget they were sad in the first place 💜

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