your body, the sea
in waves
in your dreams, i do not remember your name
or that the world continues turning
while you
wait
my skin is your skin, i press
thumbs behind my heel bone
trace the thin curl
of toes
i hold you like the shape of
memory
A contest entry
- ends when i wake up. by layla..
525 points, ended April 15, 2008, 11 entries
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This makes me want to take a nap. Sad isn't what I'd describe this as, but wistful and melancholic, it does invoke that first early morning thought, "now I'm awake" and the desire to roll back over, and hit the snooze, to enjoy whatever dream that was some more. Nice job on this.
Lo
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it was written after staying up on and off most of the night. so yes, i had that, "oh no, the sun's coming up and i haven't slept enough!" feeling. i suppose that's a type of sad
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"i hold you like the shape of
memory" - sigh...excellent writing...
this poem makes me feel very sad
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sometimes i don't even notice i'm sad until i go back and reread my writing... i wonder what that says about me? i suppose sad is like anything else, and it just becomes part of the scenery
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this hurts... the ending was subtle.
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