The sheet rubbing against my cheek
Is stiff and new
The quilt upon my bed is yet unfinished
But it brings me warmth
My flannel pjs are just too comfortable
They urge me to sleep
Just a little longer
I want to drift off
Back into my deep space
I squeeze my big teddy
And hold her tight
She's old and smells musty
But she's cozy and loveable just the same
The the smell of fresh pancakes
Eases through the air
I taste them in my mouth
Soft and mushy
Mixed in with the warm maple syrup
Sweet and satisfying
I let my arm hang loose over the bed
And my eyes close softly
I let myself drift away into space
Do you feel anything with this poem? Please let me know in the comments below. I'm curious if it works... ^_^
Recently, I've been publishing poems from long ago when I had to write for school. I love writing and have been writing without scholastic assistance since I was a child but there are some from the archives I just wish to share.
Thanks for reading!
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Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
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Comments (1)
Yes, I could smell, taste and feel the texture of the pancakes! The pj's brought me the feeling of my pj's I used to have in high school, the sensation settling particularly on my thighs, and the final description of the floating away was very recognisable for me!