Sunday, January 16, 2011

Carnival of Dreams

insomnia floats,
a glowing orb singing its presence
through the opened window;

there will be a death,
eyes closed, colors swirl, I enter the
carnival of dreams.


For more of my poems:
you me the moon after the fight
insomnia after the conversation

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11 comments:

  1. Oh how nice it would be to enter the carnival of dreams, and do away with insomnia

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  2. How wonderful a piece to be read during the night. Please have a good start of the new week.

    daily athens

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  3. I love how you described insomnia as floating...wonderful poem!

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  4. I liked the end line.. from carnival of dreams, you may like to visit my carnival of thoughts..

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  5. I liked how you described dreams swirling, almost seemed like they are blending into a carnival of color and ideas. Like a whirlpool drawing a person into sleep. (Stopping by from the One Single Impression roundup)

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  6. That was last night for me, exactly. Thanks for this beautiful poem.

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  7. Eyes wide open, watch the wonderful orb till sleep drifts you to a carnival in colors.

    Having the best of both worlds ...very well done.

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  8. nighttime carnival—
    every sleep a little death
    every death a dream


    Carnival

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  9. Greetings, Happy Monday! Blessings…

    Friendship Awards, Enjoy!
    Thanks for the support, You Rock!
    xxx

    share your poetry with potluck today.

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