"Dreams of Frost"
by MilesLee
I lay the book on my chest,
Working to absorb the heartbeat of it all.
I should move on with my day.
Mowing the lawn,
Building the table, but,
I drift.
Drift off to mending walls,
Apple orchards,
Paths I should have taken.
Summoned awake by the witch and her son,
I reflect on my dreams of Frost.
A dog barks in the distance
And the day moves on.
Poetry
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It was short and sweet. But I love it and think that it is very powerful. I don’t know if you were making this point, but I got from this short poem that reading is amazing. So amazing to the point that it makes you want to drop all other things and just immerse yourself in the characters.
Great!
Thank you for your kind words! You are very close with that meaning. Immerse yourself so much that a literal dream about the characters is had.