This entry is for Writers Island.
sleeping on sheets with 600 thread count
cold air blasting from a box
I chase the soft clouds in my mind
running and skipping
for hours and hours
weathering a hard twist in the road
ending up falling into my imaginary life
all sorrows forgotten
as I woke to find myself still dreaming
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I am still an amateur at writing but hopefully I can get better with each new piece. I welcome any critiques or criticism. 
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I really enjoyed this and I see we like a lot of the same authors. I also love the photos. I will be back often as I have bookmarked your blog.
I enjoyed this too..
Can't you tell it's about the end of summer? The feeling of summer - sometimes it feels like a dream.
Thank you all for reading.
This was very nice. Great imagery...
Do read my ode to insomnia. This poem goes perfectly with that. It is the previous post to the Imaginary one.
I like the idea of chasing clouds, then the falling part of your poem. Lovely!
A lovely breath of fresh air.
Oh, yes.
I admit, there are days when I myself couldn't distinguish from the imagination and the present. Enjoyed this :)
"sleeping...dreaming"
evocative mix of details, "soft" and "hard".
potery??? excellent... you are branching out all over... i loved this.....
This is terrific! And I especially love the line "ending up falling into my imaginary life" -- nice feeling of movement and surrealism mixed with reality.
:)
lissa, your poem reflects your state of mind. It must have been a nice dream for you. Lovely poem. I will be back.
love-bd
*yawn* I'm ready for a nap......
Wow -- that was a fascinating dreamscape. I was swept through to the end with ease -- well written!
So glad you're an islander!
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