Poem -
SWEET DREAMS
I'm left sharing my pillows
With so many thoughts
But the pen can be friend
Prodding sheep that get caught
Within labyrinths and tunnels
Where the wolves howl and roam Tearing wool into dinners
That are always stone cold
By morning
M P 27/10/21
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Been there, done that and worn the Tee shirt out and several subsequent replacements ..
Last night was a classic example .. Who else chops logs for the wood burner and keeps a pen and paper within arms reach at 03.00 a.m eh'
Seriously well conveyed our Marion ... x
Thanks Neville x
Brilliant as ever my friend. I rarely sleep a full nights sleep. I loved your imagery for describing this kind of night for the reader. How many times I have ended up penning down thoughts in the wee hours. Fab share...hugs 💗xx
Thanks Gwen xxx
What a mind you have my lovely lass ❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️
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Marion as Neville says' been there and all that'.
Your poem tells it how it can be and not sometimes but many times.
Many. many times.
Great to read and see how you reach the point and in so many few lines, to dwell over.
And the cold light of morning can reveals a poet's angst or joy.
Thanks for sharing in more ways than one, how it can be and I wish you well my friend.x.
Thankyou Shaun...you are very kind x