‘Pinch me,’ I cried, ‘awake me from this dream
I’m stuck somewhere between
the place of love and loss.”
My losses have been many,
too well I know the cost.
Alas, I do not sleep,
too many hearts I keep...
love is never cheap
Joining De Jackson at D’Verse Poets Pub today for Quadrille #193.
A Quadrille is a small succinct poem of exactly 44 words. It may rhyme...or not. Today's Quadrille is to be written to include the word "pinch" in one of it's many forms.
Oh, I love this... and to be stuck between love and loss... if only sleep would come.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteIt is quite an investment that doesn't always p(l)ay out well.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading!
DeleteI feel this deeply. If only sleep would come quickly. It is good to read you again.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Grace. Appreciate your comment.
DeleteSuch dreams we want to awaken from, if only they were just dreams. Great take on the prompt, Ginny.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dora, for reading!
ReplyDeleteNot a happy place to be. Good one, Ginny!
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