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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  • 1 week ago

    by Gwenyth Hill

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

  • 1 week ago

    by Free verse

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

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

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

  • 2 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

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

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Truly enjoyed reading. All the best.

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