Sometimes
I go to bed
With a biscuit
In my pocket
Sometimes
Two
Not sure where I went
Thought I’d put my nighty on
But here I am
Crumbs
In my pocket
Adorning
That same nighty
I’d already
Worn
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sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2022 04:00
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Comments3
intriguing, not sure I comprehend completely
but am certain, of my appreciation for your poetry..
thanks for sharing, a good write
Well thank you for your very kind words…
Sometimes we can’t pin the words down to reveal themselves and their intention…
Sometimes I find that quite like the dreams of the night, the meaning hits me when I least expect it… funny thing writing.
It’s a very intriguing dive into the psyche
Anyway I’m rambling.
I just meant to say thanks 😊
very true
sylviasearcher ,
Great to read your very interesting and intriguing poem…as always.
Laura🌻
Thank you Laura 😊
Okay so I think I've unlocked it. Don't tell me "yes" or "no" because I feel like poetry is a forever ambiguous thing. But you're "adorning" your "nighty" with the bread crumbs. It's continuous, you continue to sneak into the kitchen to get more. My interpretation at least. Anyways, get back to sleep! tee-hee. Nicely done! 😊👍
Interesting interpretation…
Thanks for taking the time to read and reflect 😊
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