I lost my dreams in between these mattresses
we share. The gap is pressed against my spine
and I wake up feeling disjointed. Sensory
elusion, recession at this gorge-made of bed sheet-
marking our sleep, where dead cells accumulate.
Vertical blinds open at one slat allow
light through without interference to light
the room in grey tones. My right-foot heel
is stuck in the enveloping gap between
our mattresses. I bend my toes in unison
and then stretch them out to get blood going.
I lost my dreams in between these mattresses
we share. I stretch my arm over on your side
to feel the impression of your body and it feels warm.
My arm flails ruffling the sheet and your duvet is far.
In an awkward angle I find your pillow,
and I bring it to my face and inhale your new-age
man musky sweat smelling of AXE power and Gucci
‘Made to Measure’ and this gap between our
mattresses widens as I shrink. I fall into it helpless
remembering your curved spine for which
I’d cross this gap each night.
I lost my dreams in between these mattresses
we share but grasp at this illusion of poetry
I found in waking up without you.
(..)
Powerfully expressed!
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You’re a clever writer. This was great. My interest was tickled byte talk of prompts. What prompt is this?
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Ah! I wrote the poem without any prompt but it ended up suiting that day’s Daily Prompt: “Take a subject you’re familiar with and imagine it as three photos in a sequence. Tackle the subject by describing those three shots.”. 🙂 Serendipity.
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That worked perfectly.
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Love this poem.It made me smile because the first time hubby and I decided to go away together many moons ago, when we checked in they had given us a room with twin beds and the hotel was full. To say the least, we were not impressed 🙂
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We usually specify many times that we want a double bed and not twin. But it works only some of the time. Argh!
Ah well, my husband likes his space so he doesn’t protest too loudly 😉
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Lovely, Sam
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Thank you Judy 🙂
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Nice Sam… twin beds are a pain especially when you travel and after a tiring day of sightseeing you just want to have a couple of drinks and snuggle with your partner, your spine feels like its traversing the grand canyon 😐
Do get a queen sized bed though…. a king size makes for sleeping apart 🙂
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Haha! My husband likes his “space” so I think he’d happily settle for a king size.
“your spine feels like its traversing the grand canyon” – a fun image! Thank you for the smile 🙂
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Lovely. Enjoyed every word.
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Thank you! I appreciate it.
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Excellent and heartfelt, love it.
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Thank you for your kind words Desley. Hugs.
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Love this, Sam. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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I’m not sure what the prompt for this was, but whatever, the poem is great. I agree that a king size bed would solve all problems, though! Haha. Very well written, Sam. 🙂
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I wasn’t prompted by anything but a line I woke up with 🙂 I am glad to know that you liked the poem! 🙂
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Ditch ’em. Get a king size
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Haha! King size beds make for such ordinary poems on marriage 🙂 Not that what I’ve written is extraordinary. At the moment I’d settle for different.
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Very smartly done to the prompt…
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🙂 I wrote it not knowing today’s prompt and then saw it actually fit. One of those kinda days…
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Wow…. Genius! 😉
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Ha! I’d like to think so, right? You’re so sweet. Hugs.
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❤
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