Upon my waking out of sleep,
My just previous certainty of reality
Clouded itself into disorientation.
Upon my renewed embrace of sweet
Slumber, the truth became clear,
And I again knew existence, as it were.
I’m not so sure whether you are extant,
Though confidence of the thing would be
Restored if I slept in your arms.
A contest entry
- Just Give Me Something To Read by HerbalGoat.
300 points, ended January 18, 2008, 89 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Too good to be true? More than a dream, I hope. Write on.
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Hm... now that I look at it, it's true. If I didn't like poetry, I would continue not liking it after reading this one.
Can I pull it out and try again? -
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YES please do!!!
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Thanks for entering,but I am not sure of where this poem goes though, I got no sense of subject, theme or what emotion you were aiming at. It could be just me and the late hour, but this is not a poem to introduce someone who is poetry phobic to poetry.
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