Oaken dreams,
I slept where heaven wept,
Upon leaf,
Tearing stitching from the seems,
I awoke with a start…
I slept upon butchered bough,
Dreaming of such limbs’ home,
A house like mine within a tree…
Below full midnight pearl.
A contest entry
- anything goes 10 lines of poetry by tony yates.
600 points, ended March 29, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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well written
i liked this, thanks
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