Waking up

there is nothing to change. you have bound the feeling in your poem with your words. so many lines I love... my favorite... ? probably... I rattle the handle on the door of my dream the door of my dream... it has such melody. a brilliant piece from a brilliant pen. deine Kata

sweet, sweet sleep interrupted once again by our responsibilities? Sleep is one of the most baffling, puzzling things to me. In the morning I don't want it to end, at night I can't seem to let myself go to it. Another part of the human language which binds us all, the German and the Croat, the American and the Afghani all close their eyes and dream. And then it must come to an end, bitterly. Goodnight, Nina. Mark W. Galatians 5:22-23 "22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against these, there is no law!" My favorite verse(s) in the Bible

Ah, the sweet subject of sleep.... My best friend & worst enemy. How I envy those who just fall asleep as soon as their head touches the pillow... I love 'I slowly shake my head in silent denial' because I can almost see you doing just that. Some lovely imagery Nina! 'Morning' might be too simple a title even as it the poem expresses so much more.. : ) ~Stella

I think the alarm clock is a pretty cruel invention - but Jon is more cruel. If he's there, and it's time for me to wake up, he'll literally push me, nudge me, stick a finger in my ear, or otherwise harass me to get me out of bed on time! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Handle every situation like a dog: if you can't eat it, or screw it, piss on it and walk away!"

you capture the cruel phenomena of daily life robbing us of our dreams and reveries, though this is undeniably necessary: "The knuckles of everyday life rap at my front door/As I slowly shake my head in silent denial". and ain't it so! every real poet has to face this excrutiating reality: unless you're holed up in the ivory tower of academia or rich, you're going to have to maintain yourself everyday no matter what brilliant lines or imaginative flights you're experiencing. this poem was a relief to me as it acknowledges this. gb

is the perfect title for this gripping piece... you described the trance-like moment between dreams and waking up so well here my friend... a joy to read such an imaginative piece... thanks for posting Richard

There isn't much that I can say about something so perfect. I love to sleep, I take naps every chance I can! I hate mornings, and have forever. When I worked at an office, even though I had to (and was) there at 8 am, everyone there knew not to even say hello until around 11 am. (hehe) You have done a wonderful job as creating a piece that almost everyone can see clear as day. Everyone, in one way or another can relate to this piece. The title is perfect, the words couldn't be replaced, and the visions are precise. Well done, my friend, this is one of my favorites! Live, Laugh and Love (and don't forget to write) Tink

I liked the development of this poem in its stages of awakening. For me your language use was fine, the title could be a little more poetic like awaking, not necessarily though. Respectfully Ann

find nothing wrong with your title. But if you're looking for something that's a little more poetic the best place to look is in your poem. In your poem you keep expressing about some sort of a door. Why not "The Dream's Door" or "The Door of Reality" or something along those lines; or maybe something different like "Threshold" or "Threshold of Two Worlds". I like the lines "...My dream´s door closes with a PANG/I open my eyes to the real world again."

Nina Sometimes I wonder why I wake up at all? as I prefer to stay in my dreams of happiness as they are so real to me as I replay the video. I see hear and feel every emotion over and over again like the tidal waves. I hate to woken by the alarm clock. But I love to be woken by my love as I am cradled in his embrace. As he snuggles closer and I feel him breathing on me and the genltle caress I turn to see the smile the eyes. This is what I want forever. The real world is not so good to be in. plesant dreams. Electric blue

good morning! I am so proud! spotlight and evolution... well-deserved. this should make your day...

Nina- yes you in your feather bed asleep having sweet dreams,I now understand how wonderful it is to lie in a little, I had to be at work by 7 am. and that meant getting up at 5 am., which I did without even thinking, in fact the streets in Winter and Summer rewarded the rising early, as did the fact that the whole day seemed much longer. I suppose I am one who enjoys getting up early, but now, yes now I lie longer not having to go to work, wonderful. Some people are only too pleased to wake up as their dreams are far from happy, luckily I too enjoy mine although I sometimes wish we could order the content a little, like ordering and fine meal. I think you know what I mean! Here's a wee bit I wrote early one morning just for fun; and as it was a Saturday I didn't have to go to work then either:- "ON THE EDGE OF A DREAM" ANN Saturday 2005. On the edge of a dream is a mixed world where what you thought is not where you put your hand to grasp a tree, a plastic sheet and what you get is nought the sheet or the hand of your partner is there quietly in his own dream then the room takes shape like a theatre drape and is there.

One good turn deserves another....I think this is right, when possesion or ownership is implied, there is no need for the apostrophe...so dream's door would be dream is door....so...dreams door would be cool. returned poetical regards, Craig.

of all the times I tried to sleep my way out of the real world when I was younger and all that did was put off the feelings till I was older and still could not underdstand but woke up to understand (eventually) that I can't sleep LOOL Puctuation? Ha! It's up for grabs... Take it or leave it, ya know? useful/not useful proper/improper right/wrong to use or not to use... I think for the most part (in poetry) it is fluid :) I like your poem :) Have a tangerine (throw me the seeds) If you read that I feel lucky. Mark