Pillows on the Bed

The pillows lie on the bed in tangled disarray,

A poor substitute for the wonder of you.

I held them through the night as I dreamed,

Of your entrancing body and the sparkle of your smile.

The world keeps me from you this day,

With tasks to complete and places to be.

I will heed it's beckon call,

Serving the master of my way.

When nighttime comes but once again,

And sleep comes into view,

I will take them in my arms,

Wishing they were you.

Reviews

[Tarry Franck]

Awe this is so sweet and I can relate to this so much for my love can't be with me right now. {{{HUGS}}}

[Hannah Messer]

This is adorable. I can really relate to it, and I think it's nicely written.

[STRAND]

I have many character flaws, the greatest of which being honesty...

This is written as if the author is in-love with the idea of writing poetry. As poets/ writers, we have entire arsenals at our disposal and endless storehouses of imagination just begging to be unloaded. This piece just doesn't cut it. At best, it's the sort of personal work a 3rd grade boy presents to his crush of the day.

[sharonlee]

Filled with longing...nicely crafted.

[not here]

Really like this last stanza, Patrick...