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.
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01.29.2020
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…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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that phrase infant sunshine is mesmerising, the gentleness of morning slowly creeping, lovely poetic dream Rosie
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ahh. thank you so much for feeling the poem, Gina! ❤
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Wonderful. I love the first person telling…takes me the reader, right into the situation. Infant sunshine and empty sheets….wonderful images.
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thank you so much, Lillian. your dreamy prompt gave birth to this piece. 🙂 ❤
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Such a sense of loss, in such gentle language.
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thank you for feeling the poem, Sarah! really appreciate your presence here.
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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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awww. your comment warms my heart. ❤ those lines have delighted me as i was writing them out as well. i am grateful they did the same to you, Kim. Thank you!
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Beautiful, romantic, loving–so well-written, sister!
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aww. thank you so much, brother!
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I like the description of a dream as a “swaying
boat”.
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it feels like that, i think. thank you, Frank!
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“infant sunshine” – very apt.
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thank you for that!
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I do love it… but that dawn seems less than welcome (despite the infant sunshine)
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yes. sometimes dawn means parting as well. thank you, Bjorn!
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Wonderful title on this lovely poem. Love,”infant sunshine.”
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oh thank you for that. ❤
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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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AWww. Thank you for feeling it word per word, dearie. Indeed it is sad but remains beautiful.
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Inside the swaying boat of an ended dream. It doesn’t get any more poetic than that! Great post!
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Thank you so much, Parker! Welcome to my little corner of the web.
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