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ON MY BED
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2002 Poetry on my bed are
the secrets I kept
the sweet sound
of my snores
turn laughter
when I am up
on my bed is
my naked body
lying like a baby
innocent gestures
thant couldn’t be me
when I’m wide awake
on my bed are
the dreams that I have
unfounded, unfulfilled yet
the more I dream of them
the more I want to go to sleep
deeply and carefree
on my bed are…oh
what are on my bed?
better check it out
so you would know
that I'm in my best
when I'm at rest
Oh Lola On My Bed is truly magnificent, I kept reading it over and over. I see you are quite notorious, not like me a novice. I have always loved words since early childhood - probably why I enjoy silly on-line games like Scrabble. I also love to read, and after reading On My Bed I will go through all your poetry.
Thanks for the comment on my poem, yes I wrestle and weave with sleep, and when I am on a high can surfice on an hour a night which charges me up for a full day. But I will repeat myself On My Bed was really exhillerating.
Thanks for the read.
Barbara