Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Sleep Talk

You've been talking in your sleep.
I wake each night and weep.
When I realise what you keep.
The hurt it runs so deep.

You speak her name and sigh.
It's time to say goodbye.
Your subconscious mind can't lie.
I wish that I could die.

It's clear you love her still.
And most likely always will.
I can never replace the thrill.
I now swallow that pill.

As I put my hand in glove.
Beg for courage from above.
You can at last be turtle doves.
When I am gone my love.


16/01/2017

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Connie Marcum Wong May 15, 2017 at 6:45 AM No one is worth dying over. Holding off until that next day could change everything. Of course that kind of pain you just want to end anyway you can. Congratulations on your win with this passionate piece Jean. 7 ; ) Jean Murray May 15, 2017 at 6:55 AM Good afternoon Connie. Thank you as always for your visit.

Pashang Salehi January 18, 2017 at 7:18 PM This is great Jean... Tonight, I might lose my sleep thinking of your sleep talk... Jean Murray January 19, 2017 at 1:13 AM Just be careful you don't recite it in your sleep Pashang. Lovely to see you.

Lim'Rik Flats January 18, 2017 at 8:18 AM If he has another//perhaps he ought to smother//I'm jus sayin!//(He ain't prayin)//use a pillow, sumthin' or tuther! (Otay, a lim'rik for U;-). No disrepect intended — a great serious PO you have writ. Smiles 'n sunshine! ~ john Jean Murray January 18, 2017 at 12:00 PM Ah John...I might have, only he is such a good father to our children. Truly, I could not have wished for a better, more loving, understanding man to father them. It's what kept me tied to him for twenty years too long.

Joanna Daniel January 18, 2017 at 1:25 AM Oh, that's sad, Jean:( touches the heart:) a 7:) Jean Murray January 18, 2017 at 1:31 AM Rather than try to make the 2nd and 4th lines rhyme, I just thought it might be easier to try it this way Jo. I just love when I can get on a roll like that.

Just James January 18, 2017 at 12:48 AM Wonderful piece, emotional but great writing! Jean Murray January 18, 2017 at 1:11 AM Thank you James.

Arthur Vaso January 16, 2017 at 10:33 PM Hey thats not fair!!!! Sally wasn't my love, she was my pet turtle when I was 7!!!!!!! :) Hugs! Jean Murray January 17, 2017 at 4:24 AM OMG.....Really and truly?? I'm calling a cab right now Arthur.

Nette Onclaud January 16, 2017 at 2:52 PM awhh, must be awful, jean... a creative handle for the theme..huggs Jean Murray January 16, 2017 at 3:21 PM As I put my hand in glove I must also put my tongue in cheek Nette. My New Year resolution was to give up on men, so hopefully I need never suffer in this way. Thank you for stopping by to sympathize.

Anne-Lise Andresen January 16, 2017 at 2:03 PM - It would be sad to hear every night ... old love never dies - Great written Jean, good luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray January 16, 2017 at 2:26 PM Anne-Lise, you are always there for me. Thank you as usual for reading and encouraging my efforts.