While sleeping

While sleeping

A Poem by Jack...
"

Good morning beautiful

"

 

While sleeping

 

Why is it mornings, so far in the distance,

flowing from beyond tempered shorelines

on lone standing bridges ~

always seem to call in the midst of a dream

 

When sunrise illusions now erase sleep

on meadowlark borders dotted in dew drops

built in the confines of spring

with fall fast approaching ~ featuring shadows stretched of time

 

Long on the porch, weathered and beaming,

tapping the front door with marching band fingers

in trumpet blares and bass drum beats ~

yet quiet in the state of mind seen through blurry eyes

 

Still ~ a before smile, brought about the prior evening

forces dimples once again in my cheeks

igniting the darkness with three-ring spotlights,

streaked of circus beacons on popcorn ceilings

 

Reminding ~ the dream I have found actually lives in my daylight,

slipping around corners and window sill gaps,

finding me on the brink of now,

stumbling my way to where I long to be ~ awake

 

For my dream is you,

 

who I so desperately miss ~ while sleeping

© 2013 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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This one holds a wonderful sentiment Jack. The idea that there is nothing greater than what is right in front of us, perhaps every day. No dreaming can compare to that which brings those dimples alive. Nice one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my friend. Happy you enjoyed this.
Brilliant inspiring imagery my friend. 100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you Anto. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.
Superb poem indeed. I thought was in a dream, hahaha. Dreams can be of anything the mind is set to. No wants to sleep and dream when they could be awake with the one they love.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much for your kind words my friend.
Sleep, where we can be creators or victims. Or sometimes both. Nice poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Mark
what a wonderful poem my friend..:)
completely enjoyed every word here:)

well done:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Saumya
Saumya

11 Years Ago

youre welcome:)
To love someone so deeply that you don't want to miss a moment...even to sleep...(sigh) lovely...absolutely lovely.

My new favorite poem.

:) Julie

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Julie. Happy this made you smile
geez, just another beautiful poem from you jack..what's new?

i especially liked the line Rita pointed out...

my sunshine is right beside me...my summer, my spring...nice mix of nature and love you have fused here.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my friend. Coming from someone I admire your words mean a lot to me.
Reminding ~ the dream I have found actually lives in my daylight... :)

It is an incredible feeling to realize that the one you love the most is right by your side. This poem is the warm sunshine, Jack!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Rita. Your comments = my smiles
A beautifully poignant poem from you Jack. The longing is palpable. I loved this stanza:

Long on the porch, weathered and beaming,
tapping the front door with marching band fingers
in trumpet blares and bass drum beats ~
yet quiet in the state of mind seen through blurry eyes

It made me think of a heart beating in time waiting for something to make it skip a beat.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Anne. Happy you enjoyed this one.
Yes Jack, this is beautiful. ;-) Think that word might have been said once too many today. LOL.

I love your way with words and the lovely art you paint in all your writes. A superb write, Jack.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my sweet friend.

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Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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