Silvery Appearing On Dark
Why like this—are we
While you're lying on the ground
Bedstead hovering
Author's Notes/Comments:
This poem is reedited on 07.12.2019.
A replacement/substitution of a specific phrase "bed base" to the word "bedstead" was made unto the last line to properly denote what I had in mind earlier on. I wanted to achieve something that I formerly thought would better represent those ideas (the intended imagery which was originally imprinted in my mind/thoughts during my initial creative process). The specific word was not known to myself yet, or I also have no exact vocabulary word for that specific thought. Neither do I know really how to call it, up until this point, because of the many specified ways to call something that resembles a type of a bed. This poem, therefore, might be tentative for that reason (due to the limited vocabulary words that I possess & for yet clarifying such undetermined objects in my mind). Thank you for reading on.
