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as my mind spins mulberry threadto weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
The Beautiful Due
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
The edge of sleep appears to have flecks of brilliant color
i like that…
silken dreams:
not only
about what
one wears,
but about
where one
goes
yes
Nance, I really love these last few – a more ethereal, floating quality – its coming from your soul. Keep dreaming.
gentle nudging appreciated
Silk swirls around my mind,
cocooning
silk
swirls around my mind,
cocooning
a holding pattern
to land
a hidden heart
of change
What a great photograph. It illustrated that void at the edge of sleep where the monochrome world of dreams waits to color our sleep.
i see photography in your poetry.
a perfect way to doze off!
that place right before sleep takes me, there exists no good name for it.