Morning dawns with darkened sky,
Rain teems down.
Bound in dreams, at edge of night,
I cannot wake from sleep.
Visions unfold and I would follow
Along their paths.
I’m caught up in their web, nor would I
Escape from their enchanted spell.
Voices call for me to come and do my share
Of morning chores;
Echoed words confuse and trap the call
In misted dreams.
Second and minute hands intertwine
Weaving and circling in time.
Is it minutes or hours I’ve lingered here?
Am I trapped in this dream
Or a willing participant?
© Judith Lawrence June 2010
4 comments:
Oh, Judith, I so relate! Thanks for capturing this so well.
Thanks, Janet. Always good to hear from you and to get a comment on my writing.
Oh yes, I can also so relate, Judith.
Your well-ordered words and vivid descriptions transport me to so many places and experiences.
Thank you.
Thanks Peter, I appreciate your encouragement about my poetry efforts.
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