LAST NIGHT
Last night
the windows rattled.
Outside
the wind blew
rustling the leaves
and sending
a tin can
clattering
down the lane.
to settle
by the brook
where reeds
swayed
to and fro
unseen.
Last night
as windows rattled
I slept
soundly.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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The mystery of hearing these things in your sleep, are you sure it wasn't a dream. Good one Michael.
I don't know - I was asleep at the time. lol
Wonderful minimalist artwork Michael, really like this.
Thanks Andy - might draw it again as the nose and mouth aren't quite in line - that's the trouble with being an artist - never satisfied..
If perfection were found for what would we aim.
A fine write and pic Michael. Miss Berles do any painting?
She paints her face - doesn't make much difference though.
THANKS UNCLE MIKE : I Love MINIMLIST drawings ! Initially I saw it as a FLEA escaping from the hair and sliding down her NOSE : The denoument is in the eye of the beholder ! Love the POEM we do hear subliminally in our sleep : expecially the bloop-bleep of a tapping drip !
Love through Poetry ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Please check my PEACE POEM : Thanks A !
Eye being the operative word - blessings Angela
am not sure what to expect from you this mane Michael.. I was not expecting this... reeds almost like two poems (excuse the pun).. for some reason I have a Japanese painting forming behind my closed eyelids ... rather zen like in content, if not in form.. enjoyed tho... N
So how did I know the tin rattled down the street - a conundrum if ever there was one.
If a tin is blown down a street and no one is there to see it roll, does it make a sound... is of course an age old question and in other words raises the intriguing question can something exist without being perceived by consciousness... .. 🙂
Can something exist? And when does a tin become a can - more questions...!
a tin can but a can can't... maybe
😊
Great imagery Michael
both the picture ans the poem
Thanks Andrew - yes a bit different for me but I enjoyed the write.
Michael,
Good thing I heard my ‘windows rattle’...I was awakened from a nightmare! I woke up out of breath because I had been frantically looking for a duffle bag filled with money that I had misplaced! Thank goodness it was only a dream!
Great write!
I like the drawing!
If you draw it again,
perhaps less
“eye shadow”!
Have a great Sunday!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura - yes the eye is a bit heavy but it was drawn with a twig from the hedgerow dipped in ink - you have less control but you do get great spontaneity.
Most unfortunate...
I dare say...
...il tuo è stato un incubo!
What had been in the can? Was it a ring pull or just another leg pull?
Nice light read.
I'd rather a leg pull than a r.. - no I'd better stop there.
A light read ? It was night time lol 😊
You seen Burlington Bertie - Or Berlington? Is he Miss Berles' partner?
Do you mean Berles-Ington ? Hate these pretentious double barrelled names and personalised number plates - just got rid of mine - wouldn't mind getting it back.p
Oh lol, I know a relative. Her maiden surname was triple-barrelled, and HRH no less. Something like Heatherstone-Rawson-Higginbottom! That's far too many syllables for anyone. Now I only got about 3 syllables left for today's poem, using up 99% of my ration there.
Sylla Berles-Less ?
They get greedy. With surname like Featherstonehaugh, that's long enough. They don't need any more double or triple surnames or syllables. Oh lol, a couple - I sense it was always 'Mrs and Mr……' Was he a bit of a dogsbody?
Not many like my wife - she has a double first name and a double surname. Not bad for someone from afar.
I think this relative has a double-barrelled first name too - the name of two gem stones - but not 'Gemma'. lol.
So few lines to express
Both in words and art
- my favorite medium as well
Enjoyed it
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