caught

[helen-maple]

in my dreams

i am all alone
the sky
is sending
down
a most precious
gift of rain.

i wake up and he is sleeping
on the other side
of the bed.
i watch his mouth
open slightly.

mornings
are difficult
sometimes.

awake,
caught
in the
game
of reality
once again.

[fulmah]

Lovely work here, Helen! I especially liked the 2nd and 3rd stanza's! Such a smooth ride you've taken me on.... thanks for sharing :)

[kidder]

A nice effort at concrete poetry too!The visual is working. A drop of rain builds and dies and builds again.

[gdhmomchild]

Really enjoyed this one, Thank you much~*

[littleskinny]

"Mornings are difficult sometimes!" Gorgeous.

[saffronfrancisburnet]

this is full of the unknown moment of a day
the morning always awakens our path...

love n peace from saff