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Saturday, October 10, 2015

In the dead of night





Tobias Dahlberg



In the dead of night …

tiny child of two or three
stood there at my father’s
bedside late at night face
pressed close breathing
his breath - waiting for
a fluttered lash – until as
sudden as sprung shades
in that black night his eyes
opened into mine shining

me back to myself sunlit 

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Up Close & Personal ~ Micro Poetry




6 comments:

  1. This reminds me of a young child feeling their parents' sleep for the first time--wanting to breathe with them--wanting them awake and yet not--beautifully penned

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  2. This must be the sense of growing up, separation yet together.

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  3. Wow, so beautifully written – grabbing me and leading me, fully engaged, up to that sunlit end.

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  4. This resonates for me as one who often crept into my parents' bed at night when wakened by nightmares.

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  5. this contemplation of sleep from a child's mind is glowing

    much love...

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  6. Haha! As if proximity had little to do with the awakening! Beautiful.

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