My Bed

                                                              My Bed

   Hither is the end of a hectic day,

   With none nearby to judge or say.

   Rush, O' worries, now let me sleep,

   Or let me begin  ruminations deep.

   From work and pretensions,now I'm away,

   Quiet and far, in my bed I lay.

    

                                                                     And then there are thoughts, sent to my way,

                                                                     What did I do? What did I say?
                                                                     Not thinking much,I turn aside;

                                                                     And let them vanish into the silence wide,

                                                                     For, from worries and thoughts, I want to be away,

                                                                     Quiet and far, in peace I want to lay!

With my blanket on,at the ceiling I stare,

I think of my world, I' ll find it where?

Its real or just a fantasy, I am not sure,

Devoid of worries, so green and pure!

From hustle and bustle, I need to get away,

Quiet and far, in my world can I stay?

                                                                    With my eyes then closed,the place I fantasize,

                                                                    His light spread all over; I see no vice.

                                                                    The weather's blissfully cold, its a windy dawn,

                                                                    The bells ring low, on the trees in the lawn.

                                                                    From contentment and glee, now I'm not away,

                                                                    Quite and far, in my world I'll play!

The bells--they start to ring louder when,

My eyes are opened; I see the alarm clock then.

The thoughts of my fantasies, they then, do sink,

"I'm back here again", I sadly think.

Leaving my bed, I'll have to start my day,

And come out of my world, there's no other way!

             

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

pritty impulsive...and flow of thoughts and how we change diraction of our thoughts to live a near perfect life is clearly visible....desperate soul trying to have the rest of his time in peace and heeling what has been hurt....
beautfuly tighten up feelings in words...the read has a melody to catch readers eye...
keep writing god bless your soul...

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Thnku glitch ;-)

[Laminators Dubai]

its just fine.....
hav fun....

[Dye]

Nicely done. You took something that can be so mundane at times and gave it a story.

"The bells--they start to ring louder when,
My eyes are opened; I see the alarm clock then.
The thoughts of my fantasies, they then, do sink,
"I'm back here again", I sadly think.
Leaving my bed, I'll have to start my day,
And come out of my world, there's no other way!"

It is always sad I agree when the alarm rings.

[kublakhan27]

This is an incredible piece, beautifully-crafted with its rhythm and rhymes, and being a person who must deal with bouts of insomnia, a subject that I am all too familiar with...this is how I would define a perfect poem...great work :)

[Rosaria_V]

first, I love the way you presented the poem! It made it kind of fun to read and interesting. I loved the poem and how you felt the comfort of what your bed gives you after a long day. The rest and how nothing from the day sort of matters haha :) Very well done!

[Lianne]

"With my blanket on,at the ceiling I stare,
I think of my world, I' ll find it where?
Its real or just a fantasy, I am not sure,
Devoid of worries, so green and pure!
From hustle and bustle, I need to get away,
Quiet and far, in my world can I stay?"

my favourite! We long for an escape from this world at times, an escape to where we can avoid all of life's daunting aspects; a place where we can truly find peace and call home.
This was breautifully written!

[sivan]

nicely written... like the way you depicted sleeping... and the structure of the poem kinda reads like breathing in and out... nice one

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I will give you props...for writing what most of us like to do...is sleep...well I enjoy the leisure more than the average person...I need a full 8 hours or I do not function correctly...others need a cat nap and they are ready to go...

[Jvl narasimharao]

This is really an excellent poem because bed is the only place which gives rest, happiness and progeny.I dare say it is one of the best poems I have read on this wonderful site

[Coyote Poetry]

It is good to feel the comfort of our bed. A safety in the wild and crazy world. I like the set-up and the description in the poem. Life can keep us busy. Good to find peace and rest. I do my best thinking laying and pondering the new day a-coming and going. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Thanku Coyote )

[HLDXyQ3uGx]

This is greatly amusing! I liked the way you made such a simple task of sleeping into an adventure. It's also realistic. I think you did a good job!

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Thank you mindy :-)