A Little Dream of Me

Magic -loved the end stanza, very liberating - liked the set up of loss, pillows 'pale with grief', 'You sit on the floorboards..', 'i coax daydreams..', like the stubble and snores too -although i didn't understand 'across their welcoming bellies' as an image which has puzzled me! Last stanza, super! :))

I always seem to follow ld where your poems are concerned, Magic. Great minds, possibly. I agree with her every word ... although I think I had second-guessed the belly bit:-) My favourite lines:- "I coax the daydreams from the cracks and hollows of the walls. May they cover you like blankets." Tina xxx

ah! right, der to me, sorry! For those who need a bit more guidance, ie, me, i fiddled, idea only as you may find it too... - howsabout this? A Little Dream of Me I find myself cradling the pillows; they are pale with grief. They miss the way his snores sent waves across their welcoming bellies, the caress of his hair, the brush of his stubble, and You sit on the floorboards of my mind and examine your fingernails. I coax the daydreams from the cracks and hollows of the walls. May they cover you like blankets. May they fade and fray your edges. Back then, I didn’t know years later we would collide in a crowded street, you would fall at my feet, and I would look up and breath in the sky.

This is brilliant. Everything about it eminates control and thoughtful structure, i love how the room becomes personified in memories and every object is alive (: Very well done lovely. XInspiredWriter