get back to bed
in her sing/song voice
green eyes, green eyes
pulling me back to
thundering slumber &
winter's flashing brightness
tomorrow asks &
fortunately I've forgotten
Author notes
Written while in boston recently
Thoughts
Comments
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Kool
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Nicely done. I love the feel of sleepy green eyes alluring me back into a bed of sweet slumber.
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I'm with Lane. For some reason I never figured you wrote poetry but monitored ours. Just let me say then... I love what you've done with the place!
hehe
Love,
Stacy
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yaaaaaaaay!!!*clap**clap**clap*
gooo kevvvvvinn!!!!
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this feels so dazed
great write
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I like this a lot... I'm not sure quite what it means to you, but I feel like the best poems or pieces of art are the ones where the meaning is staring you in the face. the best ones are when it just kinda slips into your head and makes you feel something. this does that. sweet and fanciful in its simplicity. =]
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I think I know why you are smiling. I have green eyes and I have trouble (I’m not comfortable) looking into other green eyes. It’s like there is a secret and I have that secret as well but I don’t want to acknowledge it. Sounds like a delightful morning and back to bed sounds like a good plan.
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I don't know why I've never thought to come here to your poetry. I assumed you didn't write poetry...just managed this wonderful site Not bad....green eyes are alluring. Love, lane
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yeah i think shes trying to pull me back to sleep too lol, Enjoyed this much
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I like this poem, it's cute. The last two line threw me off though, but that's me.
Hope you're day is well.
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It was enjoyable. Maybe a bit like a song and you get lost until you reach the end. It's funny and interesting. I liked these lines:
"in her sing/song voice
green eyes, green eyes"
this part was really funny I meant enjoyable. Good Luck lol. I liked it maybe even more uz it was short.
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This is such a realistic yet graceful way bring to life that feeling we get in the morning right after alarm clocks scream. The feeling of not quite knowing what it was you were dreaming, but knowing it was great. Trying desperately to get back to it, but unfortunately we wake fully and forget. Simply beautiful and nostalgic.
Carrie
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this is good.. i got lost in it but i like it
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100th hoodwink
I think your poetry is over my head. You are so out of my league. I just watch the words fly over my head.
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100th Hood-Wink!
I really like the way this is written in a train-of-thought kind of way the images were enjoyable - and the last two lines were the standout point of this poem ... very nicely done - this leaves me with some interesting thoughts!
Keep riting
Polly
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Hood-Wink!
For me this whole poem is about the last line. I'm not sure of the implications but it seems to change everything and I applaud you for this. Great work!
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Hood Wink!
Green eyes, green eyes gives the soft imagery and locks in the sing/song voice ... at least for me
Beautifully penned, different and intriguing
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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This website is just a dream,
not really real at all
When you wake up, you will scream
and start to pound the wall
None of this is really here,
only in your dreams
Have another mug of beer
Cause nothing is what it seems
Tiki Cat
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"Too Good For Humans"
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the way it leaves you thinking and feeling the emotion involved is brilliant
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A very short but well devised poem. It sent out a chill, but also gave me warmth in that warm bed, slumbering as in a dream that perhaps you have been woke from by the cold. Well done indeed. I don't know Boston, but this was tops.
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Oh yes indeed
The special days of turn over slumber where dreams are laced with velvet grasses and flower petals and the butterfly kisses are free
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I really liked this-it pulled me in, like a snug quilt keeping the cold at bay-and the last lines, just, so clever, they sum up that feeling of wishing for time to be suspended in a bubble filled with warmth and safety.
Glad I dropped by!
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I thought I would stop and check out some of your poetry and I'm glad I did this reminds me of NY winters and our reluctance to get out of bed or perhaps an interrupted dream ( a good one we didn't want to be woken up from ) Thank you for sharing
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I liked this.
The title in brackets ... like in embrace. It reads like a dream ... forgotten. And: tomorrow makes its own tomorrows.
Sing singsong song. Hmmmmm. Well done with that one.
Ah. Category LIFE.
Is Boston this dreamlike? Or snowfilled?
Be well.
Myra
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