The Imposter
Sometimes you laugh
out loud while your sleeping
giving me the cold,
eerie feeling that I
do not know you at all.
Unfamiliar, the sounds
of a stranger dreaming,
like the half closed
transparent eyes
of a child's slumber,
transforming the face
with a quivering smile,
the chuckle sounding
foreign in the darkness.
I fear the unknown
hidden secrets you keep.
Angela Minard 2009©
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4 Comments:
I really like the picture.. Did u do it?
No. All of the art work on this blog are pictures that I have found on the photobucket website.
Oh,this is very good poetry. Please come and join the many poetry sites that your can post on.
I just loved this. Well done my friend
Check out my web page for a list of poetry sites.
http://www.beloveddreamer.com
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I love this poem. I like to listen to my wife dreaming. She mumbles all kinds of things, never makes any sense though. Really gets the imaginations going, LOL.
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