.
if you lie
on just the right side,
squinch your eyes
and wish, some
times the words will come to slip
between these white sheets.
.
prompted by mag#291.
.
if you lie
on just the right side,
squinch your eyes
and wish, some
times the words will come to slip
between these white sheets.
.
prompted by mag#291.
Love this.. I feel wishes is what builds.. the dreams… and days to come.
To sleep, to dream, perchance to compose …. love it when that happens. Great write!!
I love how you broke up “some” and “times” to force the reader to slip on down with you. Great last two lines.
Wonderful!
Oh, man. This is some clever math:
“some (sum)
times the words” … I love it when Z’s lessons seep into your poetry.
Plus, methinks you’re being sensual too. 😉 Also, you’re sleeping (et cetera) on/between white sheets of paper.
slip = s lip 😉 … You want to kiss me! Hee hee.
It sure would be nice if this were true!
might try this tonight 😉
Nice read
Ah, but what if it seems brilliant in a dream, but silly in the dawn? That has happened to me! (I should add that sometimes it stays brilliant.)
Absolutely! Beautiful.
Love the comparison well done!
Excellent writing!
Showing and telling us how to fall asleep in a beautiful slumber.
Beautiful!
I like the brevity of this piece, thank you for sharing
Nice words slipping between the sheets
oh dont beg.
Feels like silk!
sometimes the words will come to slip
between these white sheets.
Sometimes things don’t work the way we want them to be. That’s true De!
Hank