Open Poetry #35 |
Tossing and Turning |
MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
A restless night of thought, Of things and times Of rings and rhymes, Little bits of what time has brought. Yes, you're on my mind, In the hole beside In my dreams you hide, Yet tonight those dreams I can't find. Those white gladiolas still bloom, They weren't a nice pink The salesman was wrong I think, And I cut them for the living room. I can sleep alone most nights, But sometimes you're near Residue of things you did here, Then I need to hold you tight; But there's a hole in the bed, Should be warm, but is cold instead. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I too, have known such nights ~ and your vividly descriptive writing of yours, just brought mine all back to me! Thank goodness they are behind me and I now have mostly dreams of sweet! I wish this for you as well! EA |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
well done - feel this - love the analogies used - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MyHeartofShadows~ Something as lovely as this penning shouldn't be so sad ... yet there it is~ I've known these sleepless nights in my past ...~ *Understanding* *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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