Awakened in haste,
I threw my cotton sheets
into random creases, capturing
my startled dreams.
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this is so relaxing to read..u make me have dreams even though i am wide awake! marvelous poem!
So then, dear conscience where is day and when is night? I just Love it Simply love it...it is indeed Capturing...
The last three lines are very striking to a 'sleepy' mind to reach out some dreams. Nice one Cher!
Very interesting, particularly the melding of mundane and mystical. Nicely done, Cheryl. Regards, Don
i really like this, it captures time and is smooth. i enjoy quite a bit of your poems actually. -chad
Cheryl, I know that you did not expect an answer, but, I have one for you anyhow, ... the day and night are still in the same place, ... and still in the same time, right there in those creases of your dreams... - - - twirling in the twilight... deep into the night, with any luck at all. B.V.A.
Simple and elegant, I enjoyed this poem. Dreams are such slippery things, to catch them in bed sheets would be so nice...
I cannot stand daily events without stirring some nightly visions into them to add colour to stark reality! I felt quite sitted by your poem; Kind regards, Margaret.
I have had lucid dreams most my life, with the inevitable problem of telling the two apart. Which is life and which is dream?