Emergence

[douglas]

The grey morning light
Gently pulling me from my bed.
And then,
Standing at the window,
Sweeping back the curtain,
And looking at where I lay last night.
Crumpled sheets and blankets cast away;
The discarded spacesuit of my sleep
That wrapped up my soul and took it
Deep into the universe -
Where I temporarily floated above
The entire continuum of my life,
Remembering.
But now I am back and hearing birds,
And smelling cooking bacon in the early air;
Looking at a half concealed mountain,
And blooming wisteria,
Running cold fingers
Through ruffled, greying hair.

[dcmarti1]

Love the juxtaposition of blooming wisteria and grey hair.

 

"Spacesuit of my sleep". LOVE it!

 

Emotive piece.

[poetjohncompton]

you're so sexy & dark! I LOVE IT!

 

i can't get enough of your work. i am not stalking your poems, i promise. there is just not enough.

 

The discarded spacesuit of my sleep
That wrapped up my soul and took it
Deep into the universe -
Where I temporarily floated above
The entire continuum of my life,
Remembering.

 

this was grand. i love your word choices. "discarded spacesuit"!

 

you are always enjoyable & i missed your work. now i'm eating it all up again!