late at night when the moon has set
my sleeping form lifts raising from my quilt
turning....I look down at what I had left behind
one fleeting glance, a smile
my body hesitates....for a moment
then I effortlessly float from one door to the other
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I love what my mind pictures as I read your poem of floating.. and find myself wondering what is behind each of the hallway doors.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/lavender-key.html
What a creative visual poem about dreaming.
I enjoy the dreamy floating images of this poem
What a sweet inner self you have. That's a good image.
I too floated with your thoughts!
sky as the canvas of my thoughts
Love how your floating thoughts float so effortlessly.
oh so cool...I envisioned astral projection...and thought, I wish I could! ha! Thanks for taking me there.
Very evocative, Melanie! The feel of it comes through beautifully!
One life is a door to another, maybe another. Nice.
I like where you went with this point...right at the verge of a dream. Thing is, there is a fine line between dream and death, which I find suggested by your words (without beating us over the head with it). Well done.
-Nicole
nicely dreamt Melanie....thanks for sharing
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