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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Flighty Feathers....



Tickled by another mid-sleep wakening
Bleary images of many wavering words
Feelings touched upon pen and notepad
Night’s half-light captured a hasty delivery
Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise
Morning revealed the untidily scrawled gems
Delicate whispers had quite simply floated by

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 20/11/2013
Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ The Work Is Not About Place
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12 comments:

  1. UnknownWednesday, November 20, 2013

    That is one place (on my pillow and between dreams) where I have written so much. What a delightful sleepy eyed poem

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyWednesday, November 20, 2013

    Fantastic. My dreams, thoughts and images disappear even before I am awake so I rarely come out of it with any gems. I especially love "Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise". Brilliant!

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  3. revelationsWednesday, November 20, 2013

    well done... I think many of us have words pile up in those sleeping hours...

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-WadeWednesday, November 20, 2013

    NIcely said! :)

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  5. MaryThursday, November 21, 2013

    I am with Sherry. I don't remember dreams at all. You are fortunate to remember. I would so very much appreciate delicate whispers floating by, but no such luck for me.

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  6. SusanThursday, November 21, 2013

    I used to call the pad I keep there my dream catcher, but now I sleep and don't remember. I like the humor you found in not being able to read what you wrote when morning arrived. The night was so busy with thought fish that got away.

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  7. kaykualaThursday, November 21, 2013

    It's ok. It happens most times. The good thing one is freshened in the morning for a timely review of the night's happening. Dreams in between can give countless ideas. Some even clamor for it! Nice write Eileen! Some realities here!

    Hank

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  8. Sumana RoyThursday, November 21, 2013

    muse playing hide and seek....i can relate to this...enjoyed the beautiful imagery....

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  9. TCPCThursday, November 21, 2013

    Very beautiful about how the thoughts unfold and pour out.

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  10. Brian MillerThursday, November 21, 2013

    ha. i keep a notebook by the bed and often whn i get snatches jot it down...sometimes i def cant make out what i wrote.....

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  11. Sherri B.Friday, November 22, 2013

    "Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise..." I love that line! Your entire poem was wonderful to read. I relate to the middle-of-the-night epiphanies... :)

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  12. UnknownTuesday, November 26, 2013

    I cannot tell you how many times I have come fully awake with a poem floating around in my head!! So well put.

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