You came to me again last night
while I lay sleeping.
You with your cropped blonde hair
and simple smile
You at three on the fairy swing at the fair.
You came to me again last night
while I lay sleeping.
You with water up to your neck
bobbing at ten in summer
in the pool at the beach house we'd rented
yelling "Marco" or calling "Polo."
You came to me again last night
while I lay sleeping.
You with your sassy seventh grade twist
your clarinet at your side
your request asking,
"please can I go to your house today?"
You came to me again last night
while I lay sleeping.
You with your long blonde hair
as you entered ninth grade.
You peering over a menu
with double shot questions,
"Is it really our special day?"
"Can I really order anything I want?"
You came to me again last night
and I lay sleeping.
You came
and I lay sleeping.
You came.
I lay sleeping.
I lay sleeping.
I lay sleeping.
Scupper © 4/2010
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Comments
no, it's cool, dreams are better than waking sometimes.
r.
Thank you for commenting. I posted this because I am celebrating that I was sleeping. Finally, the wonderful without the turbulence. I was sleeping.
Thank you again for commenting and for the quiet.
R
Kisses,
Marcela
Buffy, the last lines will also come to you. Your recent post on how you are coming along was especially strong.
Rated.
And what dreams may come!
http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Theodore_Roethke/2429
(No connection w/ Jane of my last post.)
I loved the words, but I'm struggling with the image - is it / was it you ? Like Billy Collins said : at this point I need help.
But maybe that's just me.
I thought there was something darker going on, at the end, but then that's just the way I read it.
I'm glad you're sleeping well.
Another poem: http://open.salon.com/blog/scupper/2010/01/04/one_silver_vandoren_optimum_ligature