before dawn

Written for:  The Twiglets #64 – “before dawn”

Before dawn:

– it was dark
– my dishes were greasy
– cow jumped over moon
– stars rearranged themselves
– sun snored
– I had a nightmare
– the garden statues partied

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to before dawn

  1. Salvatore Buttaci says:

    Quite visual and good!

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  2. Misky says:

    I think you should give those statues a good talking to. 🙂

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  3. Jules says:

    Hmm… the dish ran away with the spoon…
    Dreams are odd little bits.
    Nice set.


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