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Cradle

Contributed by spike on Friday, 12th October 2007 @ 04:24:31 AM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes



Big warm bed;
made for coupling,
or snuggling with a lover
and for laughter under covers;
for kids to sneak into, as quiet surprise
and for dreams to chase the sunrise

Big solid bed,
made for jumping on;
for Sunday paper collages
over quilt folds, like mountain ranges;
for pizza boxes and splayed books
and for hearts to share quiet nooks



Big lonely bed.
too big for one




Copyright © spike ... [ 2007-10-12 04:24:31]
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Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 12th October 2007 @ 04:42:16 AM AEST
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Ya didn't mention the remote fer the t.v., Spike.
Fun read, 'n' that bed yer presently sleepin' in at Rose's ain't big enough fer one, nyet two!

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Friday, 12th October 2007 @ 07:59:08 AM AEST
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Must be a twin...lol
And well if you have or had the right one to do what spike thought of, a twin bed isnt bad. Oh well....enjoy the USA....it isnt too bad...and actually not too hot for the time of year. Have fun.


brew~


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Saturday, 13th October 2007 @ 12:24:54 AM AEST
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awww man, I freaking love my bed, so I can relate to this. I have an old antique bed that has been in the family since the early 1900's. (yeah, it's got a new mattress, man) ;) Anywho it's one of those, that when I was a child I had to have a step stool to get up in it...the headboard almost touches the ceiling, fabulous bed. I think of all the times folks spent there, babies made, fights, kids being kids, sick days...ah the list goes on. Cool write my friend, thanks for sharing.
Peace and happy bed jumping,
Laura


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Saturday, 13th October 2007 @ 01:17:18 PM AEST
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Now my bed hasn't the history that Laura's does... but I love it just the same. It's a big 'ole mahogany four poster. It sits in the same place it was placed years ago when the delivery men brought it in the house - it's way too heavy for one or two people to move, see - plus, there'd be nowhere else to put anyway since it'd take an small army to move the armoire or the dresser from where they sit... they're even heavier then the bed, I think!. "Oversized" furniture - gotta love it. lol

I felt those last lines, ito. I could argue the last perhaps (love a big bed!)... but oh, I know the essence of that second to last line all too well.

Always a pleasure to read you -
~Snem


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Saturday, 13th October 2007 @ 03:50:56 PM AEST
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Now Spike ... don't take this the wrong way ( cuz I ain't suggestin' you and I ought share sleeping localities ) but I think I'd make a fair slumber partner for near most people. I slept in a twin bed or a cot for so long, growing up... I sleep at the edge of a bed for the most part, regardless of size and rarely venture into areas beyond elbow stretching, once I fall asleep. I can also sleep just about anywhere... even standing... if I'm tired enough. Someone accustomed to the confines of a small area... tends to remain there ... even if more wide open space is available. Still... reaching out to feel someone who isn't there... yeah I could see that.

Nazzy ~


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 13th October 2007 @ 10:57:22 PM AEST
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Dearest world traveler,

Wow spike! The last line in the second stanza spoke right to me. How delightful.
A master-bed sees so many things in its lifetime as you've illustrated. Snuggling,
lazy Sundays, late night snacking, children curling up, and dreams ... oh, damn. SO
many dreams. It's wonderful to look back and remember the times shared inside
a big huge bed, (or cradle as your title suggests .. for doesn't it do just that for
us? Cradles our dreams, cradles us! *sigh* Not enough time is spent in bed)

Still .... when one is alone and the lights go out and the dreams start to drift
hazily in through memory's window ... yeah. Even a COT would feel to big
for one. Nice job my aussie friend. Well defined and beautifully written.
This has a character and emotion that is almost a comfort.

hope you are enjoying your time! :)

*hugs you*
be safe

~Breezy


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th October 2007 @ 04:27:08 AM AEST
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Some wonderful,heady images,brought abruptly back to earth with a final cutting blow of pathos.Fine work ,Spike

Den


Re: Cradle (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 10:28:05 PM AEST
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Wonderful contrast between the warm images of the first part and the sadness in the final stanza.
Sure it gets lonely in that big ol' bed, but there's so much more room!

Take care,
Dom




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