Just For You Poetry

Sometimes, the tree would tap at the window
Like it wished to come in
Most often at night
Penetrating and stirring restless sleep
Sometimes, it scratched
Like a busy mouse

But in the darkness...
Images of talons took hold of simple dreams
Creating vaporous nightmares
Which orbited wakeful minds without a face
Untouchable, untraceable, unknowable

Perhaps from such as this
The fabled monster-under-the-bed is made manifest
The goblin in the closet lurks
A nameless fear given a name at last

And all along, it was only a tree in the wind
Now standing innocently in the sun.







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This was inspired by Robert Frost's poem "The Oft-Repeated Dream", and I had started with a different destination in mind, but...well...here it is.
Not sure if I'm content with it the way it is, or if I should change it.

This is so beautiful Cindy.... I can relate to every word of this poem. Thanks for sharing.

I would not change a thing Cindy, trees have souls in my opinion there is something very tactile and spiritual about them ,no wonder they can fire our imaginations..