On Awakening

As I lay in calm repose
A grey squirrel's tail
Tickled my nose
A pachyderm standing on a pail
Brought in her trunk a lovely rose

The feather bed was pure delight
Under covers a patchwork colour riot
Above a sky of cerulean light
Through a casement of forget me nots
Appeared these awesome wondrous sights

Do not awake not yet I grieved
Images as these are joyous fleet
And fade in parsecs deliquesced
Leaving but fragments of delight
Ethereal never to be recoalesced

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-04 at 14:35

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I love all the Ps: the pachyderm on the pail, the patchwork-colour riot, and the word "parsecs"! (Though I'm no scientist, I like it when science works its way into a poem.)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful! I still can recall the dream I had a week or so ago. Acres and acres of avocados had been dumped onto snowy land not far from my house. I roamed the piles, searching for ones which hadn't been frozen.