In Bed With Myself

Every night I lay down tight

In my bed in my bedroom

And I drift and fade asleep

To dream

and dream

And dream.

 

To meet new faces inside

The landscape draped in hues

Far more gentle to the eyes

Than soul

My soul

Whose soul?

Reviews

[Sara Henry Heistand]

I love the visual quality of this poem, first of all. The curves the three long lines to the three shorter ones call for recognition; but moreso for a dreamy piece like this. "Fade" is a great verb for falling asleep, one that I haven't heard for yet. I just had a strange dream last night (and I just woke up, like, now) so this eerie that you would send me this. .>

The only thing I can find a remote problem with is that the last line kind of drops off--like a cliff hanger. However, I can see the artistic quality in that. You're dreaming, you're dreaming, you're dreaming, something's going to happen, you're ready to finish the story your forward mind is grappling to make sense while your background mind is laughing and pointing and then. You wake up.

Wait, huh? Whose soul? WHOSE soul?!!

Just my thoughts. Though I think it did cut off too short, I can appreciate the artistry involved. ;)

[Sara Henry Heistand]

Not to even briefly mention that I loOOOOOVVVVVVVe the title.

;)

You coy madam, you.

-Henry