The Hammock of My Dreams

The Hammock of My Dreams

A Poem by Lydia Shutter


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i whisper your name to the raindrops
(an escape of desire leaking through quivering lips)

     they answer
     (a tin whistle on a tool shed’s roof)
     in the ambiance
     of the white neon moon

i peer through a window
to see things both there and here
you reach for me
(a clever bit of time travel)
the intense longing chains me to the very moment
we first touched

      gloriously
     the needle is stuck
     the record skips
     repeating passionate lines i’d virtually forgotten

perhaps you scoff
but it’s all true
in the buoyant reflections seen and heard tonight
from the hammock of my dreams

© 2016 Lydia Shutter


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i think this is so beautiful ..love the hammock ...love the dreaming ..and the raindrops .. spoken into ..and the quivering ..just so creative ..i automatically transfer the quivering to those raindrops in my mind ..waiting to burst ... and how we do re-play things over and over ..what better place than that hammock ..love this .. well done Lydia!
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much, E. Love your reviews. Lydi**



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The story telling shudders in magical excellence, elegant laced words echo into one's ears. I'm standing on rare soil watching a lady's hammock afloat in Neverland. Wow!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

So glad you could picture the scene, Al. Thank you very much. Lydi**
First off, you are crazy if you don't love a hammock. Second, I love the feel of this poem, being whisked away to that place of memory, from the very first time ... magical.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

I agree! Hammocks are one of the sweet spots of life! Thank you so much, KL. Lydi**
this is both dealing with the celestial and the everyday...the moon, love, passion, and yet the tool shed roof, the sound of rain coming from it...the needle stuck...

love is both pastoral and very concrete at the same time.

such an expressive write....

j.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

I appreciate your review, Jacob. Thanks. Lydi**

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