Books by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
i sat on the steps out front of the house
mother came around the corner
just then, a covey of quail took off
out from the neighbors tree
she handed me a cup of warming tea
and her hand smoothed the back of my hair
"what's up with you, are you withdrawn?"
i explained i'd had a bad dream
"well tell me then, what's it about"
not sure i said, it's fading
bits and pieces changing form
nothing seems to make sense
moments it seemed so heaven sent
yet left me feeling uneasy
i couldn't move
image of darkness
it doesn't smile
i felt as startled
as those neighboring quail
"intuitive instinct is something wild
a need for survival to protect itself
obviously this dream has frightened you
like a snap of a twig, or change in wind
quail will scatter at the thought of danger"
"think instead of happy moments
sunny days and sugar kisses
something kind, something warm
snuggles and cuddles of loving arms
transcend this feeling
of negative ego
be in your power
of what you know
life, my dear
is often challenged
by those of lesser will
now, go and play
it's a beautiful day
ascend your thoughts
into happier realms"
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I enjoyed the cyclical concept of this piece. Thank you.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very good touching poem Debby!!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|we can play in beautiful days but the root of the nightmare still remains...
brilliantly written poem...
|Reviewed by Steve Joos
|This is a good poem. I didn't quite catch on to the end at first, but after a few readings, I figured it out.|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|It's best to always think of the pleasantness of our lives
Your poem is excellent......
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You brought this gem full circle! Superb poem, brilliant sentiments...|