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The Morning after the Night Before

door killea

Wispy rays of sunshine, streaks of warming light
enter the room, caressing my night attired body
waking from a dream, to delicate blinding sight
feather-like and silent, they drag me out of the night

memories flood in from the evening before
tugging me back to reality, the pictures becoming clearer
I turn to the wall, just wanting to sleep some more
dead to the world, not having to face the pain to my core

let me hold onto the dream, lovingly saying goodbye
consciousness seeping into my aching head
veracity taking over, we were so close, love was so nigh
gone like the night, I can only sigh, just let me die

 

feedback van andere lezers

  • GoNo2
    Je verbaast me telkens weer....
    killea: thank you for lovely Fb Noel
    xxx
    j
  • klaver4
    Sounds like...
    more like waking up into a nightmare!
    Luckily I know you know where the horizon is,
    and one comfort: it's better to have lived, beit perhaps for some part an old lie, than not have lived at all, no ?
    xxx
    Dicky
    killea: Thank you Dicky
    xxx
    j
  • tessy
    Mooi geschreven, maar wel triestig.
    killea: thank you for reading, Tessy
    xxx
    j
  • JakobRo
    a bit sad but even a very nice poem, as always

    xxx
    J
    killea: Thank you jakobRo
    xxx
    j
  • yellow
    zwaarmoedig, misschien zou je een uitkomst kunnen zoeken die niet in de levensmoeheid ligt,
    M.
    x
    killea: It is just how one feels sometimes, life is so up and down at times
    thanks for FB, Marc
    xxx
    j
  • Mistaker
    Very sad...

    Greta xx
    killea: such are the moments of life, thanks Greta
    xxx
    j
  • jack
    Heel herkenbaar. Mooi geschreven ook, dat engels kabbelt mooi weg zonder hapering. Als ik me tracht in te leven is er één ding dat ik niet begrijp: zo triest en toch nog zo'n mooie dingen schrijven over zonneschijn? Begrijp me niet verkeerd, ik vind t een uitstekend gedicht hoor.
    killea: the two sides of life running alongside each other, who has not experience that! Thank you for your great FB, Jack
    xxx
    j
  • Mephistopheles
    What strikes me when I read your poetry is that all the rhymes feel very natural, as if they just come to you by instinct and that you hardly need to think about it. Maybe that's not the case, but it sure feels like it when reading it.
    Great, June.
    xxx
    killea: Actually, you have hit the nail on the head, darling
    it just flows. Sometimes I sit without an idea in my head and then after the first few words it just rolls on, it's the same with my writing I have no idea where it is going or what persons will pop up
    and the stories write themselves. Thank you for your great FB
    xxx
    j
  • k_tarite
    bit sad but lovely,
    there always more than one side to a story.
    -that's how you now a text works, it just flows.
    -stories do have a tendency to write themselves ;-) if we let it happen.

    greets,
    killea: thank you for great FB, k tarite
    xx
    j
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