AHHHH...IT'S SO RELAXING...THIS WORK...YOUR PHRASES 'SOFTLY' DRAWS THE CURTAINS, TURNS OFF THE LIGHTS AND MELODIOUSLY SAYS...GOODNIGHT. THIS IS ONE 'PERFECT' LULLABYE. SO APPRECIATED, KATE...THANK YOU FOR THIS KEEPER. LOVE AND BLESSINGS, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

I am in a complete state of adoration ~ I have fallen in love with this poem. It's softly and warmly beautiful. It's mystical and magical. Your words are the only words; this poem waited just for you.

strange how this poem reflects my own mental state at the moment as far a metaphor goes ... falling into sleep has become a very strange commodity lately ... btw, luv the poem ...

There are some excellent images and transmutations here! Your "sleep" surely metamorphosised into social commentary at times, and at times ponders inside the human psyche, what one would call the "I-ness"! Well done, Kate!

I LOVE this poem, Kate you are so masterful with metaphor. Amazing poem.

To sleep,
perchance to dream.
Soft, comfy writing here.

~W~

Very nice, Kate.

Beautiful writing as always sweet lady..sure is nice to read you again..stay safe and well..Hugss

Excellent work !

Sleep, sometimes is like sinking on a warm quick sand pool without the feeling of panic, just of peace, starting an inward journey...

Georg

Kate, this has such a cozy feel to it...I love the imagery and your use of words!

Sleep is like a velvet filled tomb, darkness and plush at the beginning, while eyes flicker beneath closed lids, dreaming in that state of experiencing other worlds, and waking finally refreshed and enlightened only to do it once again and again and again...Oh the love of that sleep escape, I sometimes wish I would just live there and never awaken to the "real" world... Your poem is dreamy for the dreamers, and quite filled with all of the Katerisms that make you such a unique and lovable poetess.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Simply, Kate, poetry at its best!!

John

Kate this is beautiful, which lines are my favorite, all of them. You have put your all into this one.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Perfect imagery. I especially like the phrase 'as slowly World winds herself inwards, sealing her daytime treasures in twilight's drawstring bag. PERFECT!

Donna

That's a lot more work than pulling a pillow over your head. But yours is more interesting. Patrick

Oh, how I love this, Kate. Half the charm is in all that luscious alliteration-- "World winds herself inwards" and "Deep-pile sleep sloughs..." and so on. But the other half--the bigger half--is this ability of yours to pull out the emotions of the reader through your "heavy-lidded" imagery... to the point where we, half-drowsy ourselves, have to snap out of our own "darkening plunge-pool nap [at the end] of it".

"fumbling fingers run lightly over its rising velvet plush"... this is simply gorgeous... all throughout. --Charlie

Kate, this pleasureful state, a pool of refreshment for mind, body and soul is an elusive friend I wish to visit with -- yet he bids me not welcome frequently enough -- a tease that taunts and hides at the edges of reality, never extending the hand of welcome to peaceful slitude -- I too long to play at least at my will, in the "darkening plunge-pool, nap of it" -- I'll freely admit your work here is to be envied my dear friend -- an entertaining rendering with words selected that illicit the perfect semantics -- may peace an love be always with you my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Lovely and inviting; you have shared the experience very effectively via your verses, Kate. It almost makes me feel like going to sleep. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Some creative word choices in this poem, Kate. You give your imagery a sense of elegance with the velvet and drawstring. Hugs,
Sheila

Kate, this is snuggly warm..can almost see that yawn just before escaping the light...wonderful poetry
Love and Blessings,
Christine

Kate, I love and envy the way you play with words:
soft underbelly of a mind...twilight's drawstring
bag...watercolour thoughts...et all. -gene.

beautiful writing!

I love this imagery! The way you speak of times passing and all the day's gems in "twilight's drawstring bag" is truly ingenious. wow!
Blessings,
Christine

The beauty of sleep is in waking up and knowing how you enjoyed it.

Beautiful word manipulation taking place...very good.

Cheers,
Dan

This speaks of drowsy but contented eyes and mind. I can almost feel the sunset going down as you lay out on a sun chase enjoying the last of a summer's warmth. Great capture of your topic Kate...as always
fee

Sleeping is what I would do, if I could, for a living...;-) ed