Under a blanket
it was at high altitudes
in love or nauseous?
I once held his hand
his touch was so soothing-but
with a lion's face.
and yet his shoulder-
a pillow and his stomach-
a raft, and I sank.
still in a love dream-
state to state to state to state
home behind eyelids.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
-
At age 25 for Sir John Donne Down went San Felipe. Crimson and pale, rippling, clinging to it's mist. Oh, how that flagship hurled itsel...
-
The Anchor for Joel When love embarks, with its generating propellers slicing through the interminable oceans of imperfection that are, for ...
-
Exhibit A: When this was first documented, I was more flattering of him than I should of been, but it was another reminder of that star-spe...
-
in August for John Keats I didn't die unrequited. I took a wife in August. My wife was wearing silky white shoulders holding out her bon...
-
I thought it would be fitting to do an original of mine, but one of it's earlier drafts. I have recently reworked this poem so it includ...
-
In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but...
-
There are holes in these walls and someone is pounding away making new ones. A little girl with a bell hammer smack smack smack She only ban...
-
the top of today's to do list: figuring out why I became a poet. it was wheeling in my head while i drove to work this morning. less whe...
-
La Jolla for Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss) Barefoot on the coast after burnt toast from the long-nosed stove on the cove. I will escape the poi...
-
Unsolicited. Little face, oh little face, once again. We did not lean in close enough to see the wrinkles and gray hairs, so little face, we...
Beautiful dream... And the feelings expressed even more beautifully! ;)
ReplyDeletesmooth sailings, either a dream trip or a solid vacation,
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining poets rally.
have fun!
Wonderful! One small suggestion ... I'd eliminate the extra "to state to state", so the last stanza simply reads:
ReplyDeletestill in a love dream-
state to state
home behind eyelids.
The second line still conveys the double meaning (flying over many "states" and transition between dream / waking "states") without unnecessary repetition. It's your poem (and a fine one, too), so whatever you think is best!
interesting take, although that would make it not a haiku! :)
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition as it was like taking a cue from a song called coast to coast, with a line that goes "coast to coast, coast to coast, to coast" lol.
Lovely, dreamy poem about different types of travels. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeletegood to see you here again.
ReplyDeletethanks all! no changes needed? ;)
ReplyDeletenope.
ReplyDelete:) lol
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem. I found it very calming with great imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing :)
thanks Adam!
ReplyDelete"a raft, and I sank."
ReplyDelete"home behind eyelids"
Powerful!!
I really love your poetry the imagery and emotion is this, it's really outstanding
ReplyDeletelovely compliments. thank you!
ReplyDeleteWell-written prose. Thought-provoking. Loved it and your site.
ReplyDelete