It's Still Life

dVerse Quadrille #101

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

Misky

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5 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #101”

  1. Frank Hubeny avatar
    Frank Hubeny

    Nice line: “where satin stones skip on shallow bones.”

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  2. Dale avatar
    Dale

    So dreamy

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  3. Grace avatar
    Grace

    I drew comfort in this poem. This word pairing is so relatable:
    weary-sorrow.

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  4. whimsygizmo avatar
    whimsygizmo

    Oh.My.
    This:
    “where satin stones skip on shallow bones.

    Tongues of falling stars”

    And “weary-sorrow.”

    Gorgeous, Misky.

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  5. lillian avatar
    lillian

    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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