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A Fragile Night

I'm climbing on my dreams
Though with no ties to bed;
Like a child's playground scene
That rests on curtain's nest—
Shadows of restless trees.

I'm climbing on my dreams
Blankets camp out on floor;
As the glass window cries
From my touch following
Limbs twirling in dark eyes.

I'm climbing on my dreams
A stance where bark whimpers
For my pillow out, cold—
There my bosom heaving
With tenses of my own.

I'm climbing on my dreams
Moon plays the forest's place,
As lids dip in silver—
Dreams come with haziness;
Tongue in leaves remembers.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 11/21/2024 9:00:00 AM

Dear Paige, your Monchielle Stanza is beautiful, full of emotion and creative imagery. So very poetic! I love my dreams' "playground" world too, but not the dream scene where "bark whimpers" and I wake with "my bosom heaving". Your rich metaphors bring me to the center of "a fragile night" with the ease of your artistic expression and finesse. Absolutely love your last line! Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/1/2024 4:15:00 PM

Love the repetition of that first line... and what a line it is! Also loved blankets camp out on floor. Ah to dream! Hopefully only pleasant ones.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/11/2024 10:53:00 AM

some interesting images here, Paige. so poetic!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/9/2024 3:45:00 PM

A pleasure to dive into the imagery. Thanks for your kind visit.

Yann Rolland

Date: 7/9/2024 12:55:00 AM

this is really a good poem, with an wasome refrain, and a mssage for insomniacs or dreamers, enjoyed yann

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/8/2024 2:12:00 PM

Love the refrain. Gets under the skin. … Limbs twirling in dark eyes… For my pillow out, cold… As lids dip in silver…creates a feeling of foreboding but also of wonder!

Silent One

Date: 7/8/2024 2:05:00 PM

Nice arrangement of words and we want to feel safe and be able to dream..

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/8/2024 10:59:00 AM

I enjoy your poem. It moves in a mist like a dream.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 7/8/2024 10:40:00 AM

Dear Paige, I searched for your newest poem and found this gem. I love the morning hours when I go in and out of sleep and dream lucidly. Your poem touched me because that is what you so eloquently describe. It sounds like you love to dream, too. Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Paige Hind
Date: 7/8/2024 11:29:00 AM

I was jumping from 'restless' trees to my lack of sleep...it's a metaphor. Finally, when sleep comes, trees remember those awake dreams...as sleeping dreams come. The trees mirrored my mood, I guess. :)

Ink Empress

Date: 7/8/2024 4:31:00 AM

Dreams come in haziness… ah what a soulful monchielle so very well crafted and delivered dear paige! Love the imagery and rhymes in this. Excellent refrain too! Pleasure reading this