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From the Next Room
by Angela CottermanI want to feel your breath through the wall
And believe for a moment that the throb
From the incandescent bulb is your life
Not a weakened filament or a loose
Turn that I could mend if I left my bed.
No--these yellow undulations are you,
And, for the moments before sleep, I float
On my back, to know that you've found me, too,
From your bed, where you have covered yourself
in green against the reaching grays of this
And all the other nights you've lain awake,
With the habit of your past spread around you.
It is as if, suddenly, I believe
Enough in this life to envision you. 05/11/2011 Posted on 05/11/2011
Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/11/11 at 09:02 PM Expressed with a wonderfully steady voice. I enjoyed this a lot. |
| Posted by Doreen Cavazza on 05/11/11 at 09:27 PM I like the surreal feel of this. It's visual and rolls nicely over the senses. The last line pulls this together perfectly. Well done. |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 10/28/13 at 12:33 PM I also found the surreal effect really mesmerizing. It captures well those moments when lingering on a fantasy just before sleep. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/30/13 at 04:29 PM A floating moment between fantasy and reality - a fine read. Thank you. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/15/15 at 03:49 PM Good to see this as POTD! |
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