In the midst of dotted lines

I find it ironic to think about all the things that could happen to me while i'm sleeping, just before i sleep. Because, then, i wouldn't be able to sleep anymore.

In the midst

Of dotted lines

A child falls asleep

On the road

Drifting unconscious

Fleeting to the corners 

Of dreams

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Sweet demanding sleep

As she picks him gently

He stirs into form

The awakened man

Banked by strangers

As he is born

Author's Note

All responses are welcomed. but please be kind, this is my first work.

Reviews

[charlie]

An interesting investigation. No royal roads here, but an every day kind of commute unto the residue gathered in the corners of sleep... I liked it. And the subject has loads of potential.

Thanks for sharing.

[garrshaw]

I love your use of words, the imagery, but to understand the way you use words I need to read more of your work. Both of these poems are intriguing.

[hanselwheresgretel?]

Appreciate your thoughts garrshaw :) im still trying to find courage (and inspiration) to post more.

[JulianaSun]

Okay, so the stanza I like most is the last one. Perhaps, because it´s the one that makes most sense to me. A sort of an instant connection. When I read it the first word that came to mind was - reincarnation. I´m not sure if you were thinking about the same thing when you were writing it, though. That´s the magic of poetry - a few words can have different meanings to different people. As for the last of the poem - hmm, I don´t know...It´s strange. But interesting.

J

[hanselwheresgretel?]

Thanks for the review Juliana! :) to be honest, yes reincarnation did come into my mind.. but only after the words came out and i read it out the first time...