Posted for Real Toads Open Link Monday
Night hangs heavy.
Night hangs heavy.
Beside me, rhythmic breathing.
Sensibly dressed, demure. Asleep.
Spoons. Nestled together.
My arms encase, finding their way to skin.
Words come and go in my mind.
The night passes.
Dawn.
A wattlebird chants matins:
Repent-repent-now-now-now
A tram grumbles distantly.
The passing car, a magpie,
Urgent steps, going somewhere.
Beside me, rhythmic breathing.
I wonder what she is dreaming about?
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© 2012 J Cosmo Newbery
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'Dawn' draws a great picture in my mind :)
ReplyDeleteTo fall asleep nestled together. To greet the dawn still together! How nice Cosmos!
ReplyDeleteHank
From night to dawn ... this was a great tale !!!
ReplyDeleteWow... this is beautifully written... and a pleasant surprise as I'm used to your rhyming poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie, rhyming is my first (poetry) love but I venture into free-form occasionally. (Eight times by my side bar.).
DeleteI can picture this, J Cosmo. It all seems so very peaceful despite the noises that dawn brings.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, It was actually composed while lying as described.
DeleteShe's dreaming of you, of course!!!
ReplyDeleteJust what I was going to say, Lee. Noting could be more fitting.
DeleteGreat minds, Rob-bear! :)
DeleteWon't she tell you in the morning?
ReplyDeletePerhaps the truth....perhaps
Like the way you set the scene with sounds.
I just love this poem. The sincerity is palpable as is the tenderness of the thoughts expressed. The men have really scored high in my books this week!
ReplyDeleteWe are hidden treasures! Thank you.
DeleteYou captured the essence of 'spooning'. :) Lovely...
ReplyDeleteI used to think the Wattle Birds chanted "Hot pies, hot pies, chips, chips, chips".
ReplyDeleteWell, obviously the wattlebird is a reincarnation of Dr Atkins. It's the 'wattle-I-eat-bird' now. Repent your pies! Too much carbohydrate!
DeleteIt was a nice night, J.C. And now morning one awakens. On the street? Wherever, it was a very nic write.
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Sweet as in very good
ReplyDeleteInteresting takes above as to me this is about someone kept awake all night by his thoughts, while next to him his partner sleeps the sound sleep of the innocent (or exhausted). Whichever, it is a really nice piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Your take is spot on.
DeleteHow comforting to have such peace next to you when you can't sleep. I often read, but love to know my husband is sound asleep next to me. I also like the image of the world outside getting on with its day, but you are still secure and warm together :)
ReplyDeleteYour wattle bird is more musical than ours. Just the same I really like the images of person the first nestled beside person the second. Holding her close. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like heaven to me. Interesting that I read it first as the inner monologue of a human spooning a human love, but it could be animals and--in nature--parent + child love or flower petals opening . . .
ReplyDelete"Beside me,rhythmic breathing...." and the images. Your post touches my heart.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your insightful comment.
Someone once told me that if you ask that question of a sleeping person, they will say.
ReplyDeleteBut then, from the chambers of their mind, it isn't always what is expected and that sometimes it is complete fiction.
Funny.
But then, that I finally dragged my butt out of the cave and started walking the Earth again is almost funnier, eh?
Spoons were always the bestest.
And, different for every person, near as i can tell.
Boneman! Woohoo!
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