Waking up next to you -------------------------------------------
This dawn tiptoes up walls
jumps one ship to another,
hooks tethering whispers
into your detached face,
while you sweep away
my dignity, dreaming
of scaling crumbled pinnacles
to an ancient princess,
writing reverse verses
in her raven-black
hair.
This I like. I like how it flows, how the dawn links from one ship to another as each line threads itself together. I dont think it's necessarily another person here as has been mentioned but maybe just the figment of our imaginations we're all chasing. Of course maybe I'm wrong. Poetry isn't an opportunity to attempt divination, though meaning must be applied somehow I guess.
wow, this is sad...the idea of waking up with someone you've slept with only to feel that person as been dreaming about someone else...
sort of like "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with"
the first line is so catchy...and works well..because as a reader i was tip-toeing up the side of the poem--jumping from one emotion to another...and the last 4 lines are such keepers...and make for a strong but sad ending...the fantasty vs. reality...but we really should appreciate the reality we are with rather than always thinking the grass is greener in a different pasture.
Dawn and daylight are like slow Saturday mornings; they bid us peace and togetherness, comfort and love, coffee and a casual breakfast. Those are the slowly mosying impressions I gather from this meditation as verses reverse into comfortable prose.
Submission Name: Waking up next to you
