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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
In the dark I think I hear someone whispering in my ear What? I strain to listen I can't make out anything Figuring it must have been the wind My head flops back down on a too flat pillow Restless between freshly washed sheets I toss and turn Sticky, uncomfortable Awake to all that's entered into my room Through the open cracks of the two windows just ahead Shades taking on a life of their own, flapping with the breeze Can't help thinking as I lie wide eyed open, that laundry is suposed to do that, during the day, when the sound of one fabric falling into another amongst the wind is pleasant and almost peaceful While on the other hand, at night, on this particular night, stillness might suit me better So I switch on the TV and press the button which I think is labled mute and close my eyes Letting the colors flash through the skin into my squinching corneas Feeling better With fan overhead and tiny dots of vibrant animation dancing on the wall. |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
This is absolutely magnificent. Lol...a starnge word to use for a poem about tv but i thought it was great. excellent i REALLY like this poem!! swamp And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Thanks Swamp! Joy |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is great, Joy! I enjoyed this very much! Denise |
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kelieth Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 314Normal IL - USA |
Enjoyable piece. I to have troubles sleeping. But It seldomly has to do with clean sheets. Kevin "Anything is possible with patience, time is the tool use it to reach your goals." |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
(NOTE: as to my shortest post ever, minus everything but the smiley) |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
really enjoyed the poem Joy, an interesting and vivid image. "but for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art" Dylan Thomas. |
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