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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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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get back to bed yourself
Are you writing at me?
Are you writing at me?
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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