The ride home is mundane
Ashen air erases all chromatics
As somnolence presses close
In dusk, all looks the same
Sleep sings a lullaby
Closing my eyes
With hypnotic draw
I come alive
Where you laugh with me
In the dawn
I awake with song
Yet alone
Dversepoets.com Thursday and open link night. A poem of my choice.
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Dreams sing us lullabies and takes us places we can no longer go… Well done.
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beautifully said, Dwight.
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Thank you!
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Thanks Dwight!
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Accept the good where it’s found. {{{HUGS}}}
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Yes! Thank you!
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You are welcome, Mary.
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This is a wonderful image of a good time you dreamed in your sleep and the slight melancholy in the last line of the poem indicating that the good time has past!
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No! Thanks Frank!
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No again! I hate computers! Thank you for your comment!
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You’re welcome😁 and to be frank, I sometimes I computers too.
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I see i forgot the word *hate 😂
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Nice lines: “I come alive
Where you laugh with me”
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This is Frank!
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No! Thanks Frank!
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Dreams can be so much better than life itself. (or sometimes much worse)
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Going for the good…this time around.
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