I watch her sleep
careful not to ruffle
my feathers on this
uncomfortable comforter.
When I awake, back in
the lake that is my
home, I wonder
if I will remember
this strange dream.
I will wonder if
she really exists
somewhere other
than in my dreams.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
That would be very strange to wake up to… ❤️
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Plays well in my imagination. Thanks, erospoetry!
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Gorgeous 🤍
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Thanks, Paula!
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Gorgeous! Thanks
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Thanks, Selma!
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Awesome twist! This sets so many little plot bunnies off.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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This is wonderful Sara! A beautiful poem for a beautiful image! Wishing you a lovely week my friend!
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Thanks, Carrie! A happy week to you.
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It’s nice to think that swans drift into dreamland too. A delightful piece.
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Thanks, Keith!
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That is such a brilliant take love it 🙂
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Thanks so much, poet!
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I enjoyed the twist of the swan dreaming. I read somewhere that animals dream based on eye movement and tremors.
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My dog must dream quite a bit.
Thanks, Tru!
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Okay, a ‘dream girl’ indeed!! Nice write, and I was surprised that you took the swan’s story to tell. Guess the girl never knew.
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Thanks, Jim! The swan was the player.
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Ah, a lovely twist of dream and dreamer.
Much💜love
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Thanks, Gillena! 💜💜
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Pure fantasy … love it!!
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Thanks, Helen!
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