On the sea bed,
the duvet laps like a tide
at my feet. My head
sinks into a reef
of pillows.
Sleep washes over me,
fills my lungs as I breathe
in an ocean
of inky black, where shoals
of coloured dreams
shimmer across my face.
A contest entry
- Your happy place. by samantha jean.
800 points, ended July 21, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Yes i too find my happy place wrapped in a big soft duvet and unquestionably peaceful. sorry for the late judgement, and thanks for the entry in the contest
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This reminds meof one of those poems I used to read before I fell asleep, you capture it really well with the imagery well done
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