Unravelling Without Explanation
Draw closed your curtains in my dreams,
where satin stones skip on shallow bones.
Tongues of falling stars, they ignite
spinning tunes that shelter tumbling
notes. Pluck my ticking clock.
Draw me close into your folds, come
near and sit weary-sorrow next to me.
dVerse Quadrille #101 “Close” ©️ Misky 2020
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5 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #101”
Nice line: “where satin stones skip on shallow bones.”
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So dreamy
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I drew comfort in this poem. This word pairing is so relatable:
weary-sorrow.
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Oh.My.
This:
“where satin stones skip on shallow bones.
Tongues of falling stars”
And “weary-sorrow.”
Gorgeous, Misky.
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Oh this is so very beautiful. I am most especially touched by those last two lines. You have such a wondrous way with words.
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