Poetry / Dreamer
Elegance,
your form there in the dark, stretched
out pale in the moonlight.
Moving,
your eyes under lids
closed to the world. Dreaming,
always dreaming.
Mornings,
you are theirs, army green
official seperation.
Mornings,
I am theirs, my own
army of two calling me
to duty.
But at night,
staring at you,
light filtering through doorways,
you are mine, and I am
complete at last.
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I like the simple sweetness of this piece. You employ just the right amount of subtlety, to let us know what takes him/her away, during the day…and what keeps you home. Nicely done!
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Very good structure and style, the impressions of nature/sorroundings convey the atmosphere well.
You have a rythmic feel, but at the end with the start of the, “But…It takes it out of beat.
I do like it a lot.
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