Saturday, January 30, 2010

featherpillowland...

dream
in dreams

in dreams
float
float

eyes
closed seeing

hushed
muffled echoes

tiny
slipping on and on
dark

dark
ice pellet stars
roll

roll, return
morning.

11 comments:

boneman said...

that's different

or, so it seems.

Not very often

you mention dreams

Jean said...

Last night trying to fall asleep, this came oozing out in bits and pieces.
Then, I fell asleep and do not remember dreaming. Go figure.

boneman said...

you're so sweet
I'm glad we met.
Nicer than a bird (tweet tweet)
and a bit softer, too, I bet

the walking man said...

Very nice piece of minimalist writing jean liked the way you brought me around full circle in such sparsity of words.

Froth said...

Reminds me of last night.You are evocative, you are.

Jean said...

Thanks, Mark. KISS works for me, most times.

Evocative, Kim? 'tis a good thing.
d;-)

curmudgeon said...

Whiskey
Too much

Spinning
Around Around

Cool grass
Huh?

The lawn
Sprinklers

Shit
Wet

Jean said...

ha!... Dave, I'm thinkin' that might not be a dream.
d;-)

Michael Morse said...

Very nice, Jean, new picture and the poem! Isn't Spence great?

Jean said...

Thank you, Michael. and, yes, thank you for reminding me to add him to my blog list ;-)

curmudgeon said...

No, but the haze was there. ;)