Nighttime Daydreams

what dreams, you whispered

the question mark left blank

spinning tales

of whiskey-laden nights

of coffee rings left

on dirty tables and

broken things past mending

yet loved all the more

as i look

at the grainy ridges

of your fingertips

and wonder how they'd feel

along my collarbone

 

 

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Reviews

[bluessadmood]

God my friend,I am really surprised at how you write..how you let your mind go into beautiful
details,and dreams not easy to forget,you really know how to pull your reader to think and enjoy
so many images..how deep they are..
dreams you whispered,questions left un answered
You spin tales along those whiskey nights
the coffee traces left on tables that tells of you
broken things i so much loved
I see your finger tips all around and wonder
how it feels.them touching my neck
lovely write..

[Periac]

allow me to first say i read through them once as a small test of the flow....if i can get through it without tripping then i go through in more detail to try and absolve all the writer portrays......well suddenly im hit with the fact that you can hear you read the poem and really allow the work their intimacy......so here i sit in absolute awe of this work...its broken down and dirty and without error.....its passionate in screaming ways and the ending is such elegance and perfection i sat back in shivers...then

your acoustic chilling narration on my 3rd run.....such warmth and eerily haunting.......

amazing

[Colin Mitchell Williams]

Have to say... just love the way you write

[anon]

How beautiful jenniewren, always sensual, divine even

[The Flawed]

You know, when I read your poems, I think of you more as a painter than a poet, you know those, paintings that are in very pail colours, lots of baby pinks and pale blues, usually of a beautiful girl alone in a field, or in bed thinking, and you look at the painting and straight away you know, no, you can feel what she is feeling and what she is thinking
But what do I know

[R J Askew]

How delightful to hear the voice of the poet ... oh for a whisky laden night! and a few ring stains on a table ... but the best line is the last one as, once again, by focusing on a different part of the body and using a word like 'collarbone' which does not crop up often among the usual words we find in love poems you find a fresh way of expressing wistful desire.

[GYPSYLEAH]

You paint a picture with your words, great job. Really enjoyed!!

[deeps]

This is so wonderful I like this
I love where you have an option to hear it as well

[Sean M. Addams]

this is a very deep beautifully written piece and hearing it spoken made it even more enchanting ... you put a touch of magic in with your words... overall nice job on this one. fav lines... as i look

at the grainy ridges

of your fingertips

and wonder how they'd feel

along my collarbone