When sleep is in, all is out
even body and will save what lives
in me and burns akin to the wakefulness
the blind have in sleep.I wander wondering
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who I am save leftover dream and sleep receding with no footprint left.Sleep and dreams leave no marks behind. Insightful poem
I loiter as a country's lost property What more does a reader want in such a poem as this? Remarkable verses. Very much experiential as well for the reader as for the poet himself. You could catch everything related to sleep in this poem.
No clue found of who I am save leftover dream... Wonderfully captures our lost dreams and veiled memories. We spend half our lives sleeping yet it remains largely mysterious what we find and leave in dreamtime. thank you for this piece
A wonderful descriptive write of a time that mostly comes at night........well penned
When sleep is in, all is out even body and will save what lives in me and burns akin to the wakefulness the blind have in sleep....fantastic beginning with lofty theme. A beautiful poem is so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
Sleep is the best antidot from remembering all complex things we have in awake state.
The topic itself is interesting... Sleep is one of the most important thing that our body would need and we sometime take it for granted till our body shows the signs.. The poem well describes of a good sleep when woke up to remember nothing.. Thanks for sharing....i got to rate this
You can't take a photo or video of a sleep, but its impact may last in your memory for a long time!
To touch the land of dreams. A very descriptive and interesting poem. And most enjoyable and well written imagery. Thank you for sharing Yoonoos. Take care.
Sleep is a wonderful thing. No footprints, no fingerprints, but time and space melt down wonderfully through our thoughts giving time and space another chance to educate us, eh? Good work, ric
A very interesting poem on sleep i have not read like this one before. Enjoyed thoroughly. 'with no office to claim me back.Asleep, it amounted to a real insight, when left by clock time no clue found of who I am save leftover dream and sleep receding with no footprint left. '.. is so nicely written. Thanks for sharing.
A beautiful piece of poetry with lots of creativity. I enjoyed it. Thank you very much.
Splendid poem yoonoos, , you draw interesting perspectives on the nature of sleep, it is a country without kings or no boarder where reality is tangible to the waken mind. Some beautifully well realized lines, thank you for sharing!
Who knows what sleep-dreams are? They might even be spiritual or links with other dimensions.
Interesting poem. The end: when left by clock time no clue found of who I am save leftover dream and sleep receding with no footprint left. Best regards.
It is a beautiful piece and I love it. Keep it up. You my like my poem " They never knew" , I am Kingsley Egbukole
with no office to claim me back.Asleep, it amounted to a real insight, when left by clock time no clue found of who I am save leftover dream and sleep receding with no footprint left. A well written poem...10