by ddavidd   Oct 2, 2017

Do you remember
we used to sleep
on the hammock of light
between the street light and our windows,
poetry book in the fantasia of our hands,
rhyming within our oscillation,
music, so mercilessly congenial and tender,
waft, a cool blanket of white dreams,
hoisting their utopian necks
out of halo clouds
in the fluff of our pillows
and between us
and wakefulness,
dozing off
in illumination?


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Alice

    Wow, so dreamlike. I love the swan metaphor, its so pure. This poem reminds me of when I was a little kid and I had time to spend my life imagining myself in all my favourite books, but now I have exams and need to go and attempt to stuff all 10 of my GCSEs in my brain for my mocks in two weeks time... The joys of secondary school...

  • 2 months ago

    by Gwenyth Hill

    Beautifully written! I agree that this poem has that dreamlike quality. Great read!

  • 2 months ago

    by S s...

    See, David this is what I was talking about.
    Won't you call it a masterpiece?
    Well, for me it is.

  • 2 months ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

    Hi...I like this one...so deep... ;)

  • 2 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Frank, I find this very passionate and as Brenda puts it out...almost dreamlike. I really love this.

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