Resting

REST for the contest A Dream Upon the crimson brocade spread With eyes shut lightly Rests' her head The day now spent, it fades away Where dreams emerge, then go astray She lies there like a Patron Saint A portrait, peaceful, Proud and quaint Struggles cannot leave their trace Upon this sleeping beauties face Peaceful as on death's edge perched So faint of breathe In quiet berth I dare not wake her 'till the morn When once again, She shall be born

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Gerald Dillenbeck

Date: 3/12/2015 11:31:00 AM

This is beautiful, and nothing like what I write. So, I'm curious about why you entered Cooperative Therapy in your contest. Or, perhaps I did it while perched on death's peaceful edge? Anyway, I am so glad to have visited your world, wandering in this vast labyrinth of frequent limericks.

Skat A

Date: 5/30/2014 11:51:00 PM

Nice win Jerry,, Love ~SKAT~

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/29/2014 4:54:00 PM

JERRY, CONGRATULATIONS, enjoying your winning poem in Isaiah's DREAM paint contest.... hugs...Linda

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/26/2014 2:43:00 PM

Dear Jerry, I thought she was on "death's edge" as well. I think you have created a new form here and I love the way you came up with a mixture of rhyme and free verse. Beautifully serene. Congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 5/26/2014 6:19:00 PM

Carolyn, Thank you for this uplifting complement, it alway aids me in striving to do better.

Joseph May

Date: 5/13/2014 12:25:00 PM

Great write...good luck in the contest

Jerry T Curtis
Date: 5/13/2014 4:44:00 PM

Thanks Joe