The bed invites royalty;
Not my life, nor my ken.
For pillows postured, decorate
Beginnings, yearnings; not the end.
A fine commencement glorified
In patterns staid, safe and bold.
Eden' grandeur, not the fall,
They plead and beg as they grow cold,
Abandoned to the floor, they keep
Watch as we humbly sleep.
Martha, your words are beautiful. I wish my mind could grasp poetry better than it does.
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Thank you, Kim! Poetry is not my forte by any stretch, but writing it does stretch me, so I continue to try.
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