May 5
Sentinels
They stand at the doorway to sleep
sentinels to my dreams
they always appear in threes
I think they might disappear
one at a time– deep in the darkness
at the doorway to sleep
Sleep starts and stops
the night grows heavy
I think they might appear
My dreams are unlocked
flowing in a river of thought
one at a time—deep in the darkness
Pamela Olson, 5/5/08
This poem was inspired by the prompt
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a river of dreams flowing past stone sentinels through a doorway
o where do they go?
love
mandy
Ah, the depths of the dreaming mind. Well done.
Dreams are one of the most fascinating things one can do. They’re poetic in their own rite. Your poem read dreamily. Have a nice night.
What a dreamy poem!
this is haunting…
This is beautiful, Pam.