A Glass of Water
By Bee
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I dreamt of a glass of water
and woke up thirsty.
I dreamt of a laden table
fit for a king who invited me
to dine with him,
and woke up hungry.
I dreamt of an open window
where the wind blows like a friend
who tends and soothes,
and woke up with a flaming fever.
I dreamt of a smile in the grey
of the sky, interrupting the clouds,
your glistening eyes
accepting my foolish reply
to your plaintive request,
and woke up lonely.
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HI Bee,
HI Bee,
Beautifully written with a very poignant sentiment. These days mostly I dream of being desperate to find a loo, and then I realise that it isn't a dream. Not very poetic.
Jean
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That last verse seems
That last verse seems tantalizing – what is she/you troubled about in the relationship/conversation? hope waking manages to put the worry to rest?! I suppose it is all up to the reader to imagine? Rhiannon
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I agree with the synopsis of
I agree with the synopsis of your poem. Day dreams rarely meld into the real world. A worthy poem. Enjoy your cherry juice!
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Ah...day-dreaming, Bee - has
Ah...day-dreaming, Bee - has to be one of my favourite pastimes, and this, one of my many favourites of yours
Tina
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This is so subtle and deep
Excellent in the way you lead the reader into the thoughts of a lonely person. I think many people can identify with this, but few could express it in such a beautiful way.
Good work
Ed
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Hello Bee,
Hello Bee,
Another great poem from you. Your poems always make me think They are so subtle and I love mulling over the way your words are chosen and arranged as with the last line of each stanza turning the previous lines on their head. Super, smashing, great!
Moya.
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