How strange it is to wake in a foreign land,
To try to spy the sameness here, as it was there.
Suddenly, nothing feels close, nothing in my acquaintance.
I look around and see things that should be familiar to me.
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The conflict two souls sharing a bed spelt so beautifully irrespective of nationality, status, size of bed..wanting the perfect corners well tucked and undisturbed and yet wanting the warmth and sharing and cuddle..came across such lovely phrases too some new to me..diaphenity fondle..satiny barbs..nomads campaign.. Enjoyed..thanks fir sharing.
This is one of the best poems I have read in quite some time. Such emotion comes through in the reading! I am adding this to my favorites list!
This poem has such a wistful sadness. I could feel the longing and resiignation .beautifly written
I could feel something tugging at my heart strings as I read this poem...It's a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.
It's a pleasure to read such a masterpiece from a fellow Canadian! ! Very nicely done...I sense the sorrow. Hugs, Dee
A seemingly quiet poem but it overflows with emotion and much more. Your descriptive powers, emotional and physical, are wonderful. I'm glad that my friend here, Anna, pointed me your way. Best to you! Esther
I love this poem! It is a shame, that from your suffering, I have the pleasure of reading one the best poems I have read in quite sometime. A ten!
Loved it.Very nice. Thanks for sharing.