Monday, May 31, 2010

Hallway Doors.........



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

11 comments:

Mary said...

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

irene said...

What a creative visual poem about dreaming.

Diane T said...

I enjoy the dreamy floating images of this poem

briarcat said...

What a sweet inner self you have. That's a good image.

gautami tripathy said...

I too floated with your thoughts!


sky as the canvas of my thoughts

Linda Goin said...

Love how your floating thoughts float so effortlessly.

brenda said...

oh so cool...I envisioned astral projection...and thought, I wish I could! ha! Thanks for taking me there.

Paul Oakley said...

Very evocative, Melanie! The feel of it comes through beautifully!

Neil Reid said...

One life is a door to another, maybe another. Nice.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

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

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely dreamt Melanie....thanks for sharing