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

Anonymous 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 w 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