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.
at

11 comments:

  1. bonemanJanuary 30, 2010 5:16 PM

    that's different

    or, so it seems.

    Not very often

    you mention dreams

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  2. JeanJanuary 30, 2010 7:44 PM

    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.

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  3. bonemanJanuary 30, 2010 8:20 PM

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

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  4. the walking manJanuary 31, 2010 7:04 AM

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

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  5. FrothJanuary 31, 2010 3:15 PM

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

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  6. JeanJanuary 31, 2010 5:38 PM

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

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

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  7. curmudgeonFebruary 01, 2010 3:10 PM

    Whiskey
    Too much

    Spinning
    Around Around

    Cool grass
    Huh?

    The lawn
    Sprinklers

    Shit
    Wet

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  8. JeanFebruary 01, 2010 3:52 PM

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

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  9. Michael MorseFebruary 01, 2010 3:57 PM

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

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  10. JeanFebruary 01, 2010 4:10 PM

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

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  11. curmudgeonFebruary 01, 2010 4:50 PM

    No, but the haze was there. ;)

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