I Know Who I WANT to Believe
The weatherman said
no rain in the forecast
but I woke to a dark room
and the sound of a downpour
with my nightgown on backwards
and a dreamed lie to ponder
This poem sounded better
In my head
_______________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
September 6th, 2020 12:29 am
Oh, sounds pretty good in print, too!
September 6th, 2020 12:30 am
Poetically speaking, I should add. (Nicely crafted.) The dreamed lie is not so good of course, when revealed as a lie.
September 6th, 2020 1:39 am
Those last two lines- salute!! Loved this piece!
September 6th, 2020 3:43 am
Sounds good to me, Colleen, and so familiar!
September 6th, 2020 4:05 am
“and a dreamed lie to ponder” Love that Your poem sounds great
September 6th, 2020 4:14 am
A brilliant and well crafted poem!
September 6th, 2020 4:39 am
What a lot to ponder on awakening but the biggest laugh was your nightgown on backwards! I won’t even try a guess on the dreamed lie!
September 6th, 2020 9:10 am
That “dreamed lie to ponder” is a perfect twist of a line.
September 6th, 2020 11:46 am
our weathermen are pretty accurate here.
your poem sounds good to me.
September 6th, 2020 11:56 am
I don’t know how it sounded in your head, but it gave me a very pleasant morning smile! Thank you!
September 6th, 2020 1:47 pm
I might spend more time than it’s necessary imagining the sleepy mechanics of a dress shifting orientation. Such powerful imagery. Also, this poem reads quite awesome out of the head, too… and the weatherman is a liar (he promised me a cool breeze, and I’m pretty sure I just heard some of plants panting).
September 6th, 2020 2:04 pm
I know what you mean about a poem sounding better in my head than once it’s down on paper. It happens to me all too frequently.
September 7th, 2020 6:22 pm
I like your poem.
September 8th, 2020 10:06 am
Your weather man sounds like our weather man. Wouldn’t surprise me if it was some kind of world wide meteological conspiracy to confuse people