This is one of those poems that you read and go...damn I wish I was invited to that little party.
More serious note though, using so few words almost describing flashing images, you really force the reader to draw their own conclusions and sort of read inbetween the lines. It's a talented thing in my opinion to force the reader to write the story for you. That might have came out the wrong way, what i'm trying to say is great job.
dreams, i love them cuz no one undrestands what provokes their content, ive had dabates on HOW to provoke a dream, , and i must say i have found a ceirtain partern that is very intresting, anyways, wen a drean like the one in hte poem is had, there is nothing else to ask for than to pray that memory dosent pull a funny one by high lighting and deleating, i hate it when that hapends, nice poem
that is awsome, dreams like that can be so encaptivating, and when you woke up you just end up sitting there in awe remembering what happened. Two simple words a line, and only nine lines, and yet you packed so much passion into that piece that you possibly could have. Good job, and keep writing works that pack stuff like that, very very cool
You know, generally I tend to avoid the poems that look like a bunch of random words put together in some supposedly ordered fashion, but what did it for me was the title. When I saw "last night's dream" at the top, I was given a context, and instead of just a bunch of words there was an understanding, because in a dream you don't get a complete image all the time. You get bits and pieces, and here you've listed the bits and pieces as they came. It's simple, clear, and devoid of busy, heady, or confusing metaphors. A pleasant read. Bravo.