A Bed Time Story

Silver shadow sleeper
Bathed in buttermilk,
Shriven you dream-while
Head-lamps polish an ark

You stir on your sun bleached
Island sailing dazzling
Clouds a dream catcher
Musing in the breeze

Fingers of ash gently
Creeping. Caress and mould
Your body. I lift the
Corner of your Mind
A soft voice
Swimming sleepy
Among the waves breaking
Dream shores






Blogger Amie said...

i feel sleepy today and then i read this one...made me want to creep back on my bed. :p

4:42 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

you are a wasted talent sue. you should be published.

1:32 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you CJ, that you you like my poems means a lot to me. I have made it into a few anthologies, mostly children's.

4:15 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

amie I have had a sleepy sort of week the kids were off for half term and we could please our selves. The weather has been pretty miserable and two of them have been poorly so we indulged in cuddles and vidios. Now they're older we don't do this so often so it was nice. Maybe that sounds funny but I sometimes miss the closeness of their youth

9:24 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

When I read:

A soft voice
Swimming sleepy
Among the waves breaking
Dream shores

I was again deeply impressed with the quality of you metaphorical images. This is not only astoundingly accurate but it is also a charmed comfortableness we crave. You have a rare gift!

1:59 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

amazingly soothing!
love your words sue, cj is right you ought to be published!

you have painted a water colour here with your metaphors here!

5:58 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Russel so glad you enjoyed it, quite a personal poem this one, couldn't decide if I should post it or not.

6:23 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi Gulnaz I'm really pleased you enjoyed it, we must have been blogging about the same time cause I was just clicking about and when I clicked back your comment was there, a nice surprise

6:45 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Sue! I cant remember a poem I didn't look back on and find it was deeply personal. Fear not, you can't talk to strangers, they don't understand the language!

5:16 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Russel

5:21 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Poetry with difference...when one read a poetry they seek to be taken in a new dimension or outer space feeling...I captured that feeling ...

Let us see more of these type of poetry...

7:33 AM  

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