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Glorious rest for the restless spirit is sleep. Peace to tune the soul.
posted by
merkie
on July 5, 2009 at 10:36 AM
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Powerful ending...gripping poetry, as always!
posted by
Ariala
on July 5, 2009 at 7:25 AM
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The last line in particular really stood out. I have met so many that feel that way.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 4, 2009 at 5:31 PM
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I share in your thoughts! So wonderful to escape into a dream but reality seems to bring us back to the nuaunces of our existence! Excellent work, sweetie! How are you? Love you, too! sammie
xoxoxoxo
posted by
sam444
on July 4, 2009 at 3:09 PM
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Sinome, that dreamworld only poets and authors can experience is indeed
both alluring and frightening at times (some of my best stories have come to me in dreams)..
...well put as always...
..
posted by
Rumor
on July 4, 2009 at 12:32 PM
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Sinome
Unfortunately, sometimes even within our sleep, our dreams, reality slips into the wonderful place of nothingness. Be that as it may, sleep and sweet dreams can be ever so renewing… I felt myself wishing you could find such a moment of peace.
posted by
Troosha
on July 4, 2009 at 12:25 PM
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Great.
posted by
texture
on July 4, 2009 at 12:00 PM
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To sleep, perchance to dream!
Sinome,
Sleep can be elusive, alluring, and extremely seductive. Necessary for life and sanity, rejuvenating, refreshing and eventually everlasting, as in Michael Jackson's case. Perhaps his eternal sleep, the sleep that he paid such a great price to obtain, has now healed his warped desires and his tortured soul. It is not ONLY time, that heals all wounds.
Guy
posted by
northsage_45
on July 4, 2009 at 10:59 AM
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Sleep is often a merciful respite--beautifully expressed.
posted by
Nita09
on July 4, 2009 at 10:34 AM
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I can completely get what you are saying. Am there.
posted by
Straightforward
on July 4, 2009 at 9:24 AM
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SUCH SADNESS IN THESE WORDS I ONCE WAS THERE.
posted by
Kabu
on July 4, 2009 at 8:24 AM
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Sinome
There is always something in your poetry that catches my mind quickly and I love jumping off into that void every night luv.
".....I would give myself up gladly,
I would jump into that void,...."
posted by
WileyJohn
on July 4, 2009 at 8:18 AM
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Very good Sinome!
Yes, I so understand this, too......
I think sometimes poets can communicate things that normally we cant express aloud -Things of the heart; and you do that beautifully here.
posted by
Raphael222
on July 4, 2009 at 7:08 AM
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strong words! Excellent poem about using sleep as an escape, I have done that many times!
posted by
calia14
on July 4, 2009 at 4:47 AM
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if the sun, moon and stars out there.....I can't help bu8t looking it's
amazing beauty......
posted by
Star5_
on July 3, 2009 at 9:40 PM
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