I watched you
pulled from sleep
into the shadowland
between wake and sleep
you murmered
something indistinct
eyes still closed
against the dawn
half remembered dreams
played on your face
before today's task
list takeover
you stretched your limbs
back arched just so
when you opened your eyes
I'm the one you saw
gathering you in.
Inspired by the photography of Brooke Shaden as presented by Grace (aka Heaven) over at dVerse Poets Pub. Brooke talked about finding what you're passionate about and, after 41 years with my Honey, it was an easy answer for me.
Inspired by the photography of Brooke Shaden as presented by Grace (aka Heaven) over at dVerse Poets Pub. Brooke talked about finding what you're passionate about and, after 41 years with my Honey, it was an easy answer for me.
I enjoyed this, Mary. Indeed there is that space between sleeping and wakefulness that we all know pretty well.....and oh, those half remembered dreams!
ReplyDeleteIt's the time of remembering and so quickly gone.
DeleteI love that ending...there's a rush of great love in the morning ~ Thanks for participating Mary ~
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the prompt (and the rush of love in the morning!).
DeleteI can totally relate to this poem, Mary. This is just me almost every day. Getting out of sleep is not easy for me. The 'between wake and sleep' time can be quite long.
ReplyDeleteIronically, I woke up with a line from this poem in my mind and had to write it down so as not to lose it.
DeleteSo lovely. I often read your poetry and can't think of the right thing to say, but this one spoke right directly to me! :-)
ReplyDeleteThere's no right thing to say, DJan, just how it struck you, which I'm glad it did.
DeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ayala.
Deleteawe, this is so sweet... and the ending... beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThey're special moments.
DeleteThs is beautiful! I love this time before our to-do lists take over!
ReplyDeleteIt's too short, isn't it?
Deletewhat a lovely and warm-hearted capture of that morning scene... beautifully done mary and wow...41 years...that's a reason to celebrate daily
ReplyDeleteI do celebrate and feel grateful for the years, my Honey and the growth of love.
DeleteI like the intimate language - it is so soft and the ending is perfect. I just used that word for a poem of mine (gathering that is) and I pondered it for quite a while. It is a lovely word, really.
ReplyDeleteI thought long about it as well, Margaret. I didn't want to use drink in or take in and I, too, thought gathering a lovely word. Don't we gratefully gather in these intimate moments?
DeleteThe lovely morning song filling our hearts with delight
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased it did.
DeleteI was drawn to this image, Mary, but used another. This one recalls a recurring dream for me - I may write to it later. I like the way you make the ordinary '...you stretched your limbs / back arched...' seem extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteWe can see the same thing and then, for one gift of a moment, it becomes extraordinary.
DeleteTo be able to wake like that -- the closeness is so dear and touching.
ReplyDeleteHe's a dear man, Bjorn.
Deletelove the intimacy of waking and them being the first you see when you wake....this made me smile....
ReplyDeleteDon't you just love that, Brian? Aren't we so lucky?
DeleteSo blessed to have this in my life. Sweet poem and sweet thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it and thanks for stopping by.
DeleteLovely. Such a sweet love poem, really. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteThe range of poems in response to this prompt is wide indeed with this on the lighter side and yours weightier but both saying what's in our hearts.
Deletevery intimate :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it was an intimate moment.
DeleteYes, a privilege to be there when grandchildren, children, a loved one wakes...and you tell it so well, Mary...esp like the word 'shadowland'
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathy, I visited your site and loved your poem for this prompt.
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