Alexa Cohen from Rebel Poet's Weblog shares her jigsaw poem with us today. I found it quite lovely. What do you think?
I wake up at six
wishing
for a reversal of time
I close my eyes
slipping
peacefully into a silent mist.
My mind still bent
on chasing
slowly vanishing visions,
sailing
on fantasies in shades of grey,
resisting
misty reveries-
precious silvery slumbers.
Volatile dreams flutter
seeking
to clarify my drowsy mind.
5 comments:
This really is quite lovely. "Precious silvery slumbers" is the kind of phrase you have to say out loud to yourself when you read it.
I loved your poem!! Beautiful imagery!! I honestly could find no fault...
G'day Alexa,
I am glad that it is beneath me to tell you that I told you so and I don't need to again tell you something that has already been said.
I most enjoyed the changing rhythms of this slice of time from the jangled first moments through slumbering acceptance finishing with pert publicly presented perfection.
Robert
You are all very kind.
Thank you so much. It does mean a lot to me.
A sublime limbo, inside the
silent mist, before the fall
of our day
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