Slumber

Slumber

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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i'm aiming to steal each letter
    held framed within your thoughts
            capture your imagination
tear your words apart
arrange them
   mold them
shape them into something new
      a lullaby
meant to gently soothe
to guide you
    safely into the warmth
of peaceful slumber

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© 2020 Ana Papaya


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dear Ana... we all need someone to shape our
slumber into lullabies. Nights where thunder roars
and lightening strikes across the sky... we can be safe
in the arms of tenderness and moonbeams where
dreams dance amongst the stars. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Such a beautiful comment. Thank you!



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Terrifying. Literal chills.
How can something so softly put, and eloquently arranged frighten me like this?
And why did I enjoy it so thoroughly?

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

Happy you enjoyed it. :)
Sorry it frightened you. You probably like being in control of your.. read more
Dripping Chocolate Madness

10 Months Ago

Aaaahhhhhhh!!!
Stop it! I'm going to have nightmares.
100%
Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

: )
First let me say, I haven't seen you in a long time & it's good to see you here again. I've been gone 2 months writing a book, only my 2nd day back. I always love your poetry, so of course, when I saw you, I clicked. This is a powerful well-written poem, but I'm having a bit of a negative reaction to the message. As a person growing up with abuse & then going on to live thru abusive situations, I can't help but read this as someone coming in & wanting to dominate me, trying to change my thoughts around, etc. I haven't spoken to my sister in a decade or so becuz she is very controlling like that. I reached out to her a couple days ago & she answered, we're feeling our way along, but I have a huge case of the heebie jeebies anticipating the way she does what you describe in this poem & she's an attractive vivacious person, so she comes across like whatever she's trying to shove down my throat is going to be delicious! Thank you for the fun flashback! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thanks for adding a new perspective to it. Yes, I can absolutely see that interpretation. Not the .. read more
Hear me snoring..that's a good thing.
So, I'm not sure if this would be for a lover or a child, or both. I dig it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thank you for digging it!
tear, arrange, mold, shape
soothe, guide
poetry in action, poetry of the verb

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thanks much Delmar. :)
Lovely. Another gem. Your writing is quite an inspiration, thank you. I wonder about the word "held". I'm not sure it's required. Regardless- beautiful.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Hi Brian, thanks much for checking this out and the kind comment and suggestion. I like the suggest.. read more
This was lovely. But creating lullabies from the thoughts of another leaves this reader wondering why the song isn't crafted from the feelings or thoughts of the singer or their imagination. Personally, I can't picture being soothed by my own thoughts because those thoughts are far too active to rest. I'm certain others with less active imaginations would serve that purpose better. My raging thoughts, if played back to me, probably sound like thrash metal music. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Lol! Not being a huge fan of thrash metal music, you have my sympathies! :)
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Year Ago

Thanks from my hyperactive cerebrum. :)
beautifully said Ana .. the contrast of the metamorphosis of word and thought makes the slumber and lullaby all the more tender ..i feel the creative tension built in L1-5 ... how many times i laid awake saying a plea for sleep ... i worked 12-14 hr. shifts and my sleep slot at that time in my life was a very small window ... before i had to be back to work ... the Beatle's song https://youtu.be/AcQjM7gV6mI comes to mind ... really enjoyed reading ma'am
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thanks so much for the lovely comment and song. I've just had a listen! Fits perfectly!
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

;) .......................
Your words dear Ana are very welcome. I need all the help I can to induce sleep. It eludes me often Lullabies would be very welcome to soothe my far too active mind.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

It's hard to shut down sometimes. I struggle too.
I'm glad you like this one, thanks Chris
dear Ana... we all need someone to shape our
slumber into lullabies. Nights where thunder roars
and lightening strikes across the sky... we can be safe
in the arms of tenderness and moonbeams where
dreams dance amongst the stars. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Such a beautiful comment. Thank you!
I felt much caring and love in these words. The one they’re intended for is very lucky. Appreciated very much Ms. Ana.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thanks so much, again. :)
I always appreciate the kind words you have for me.
AJNJ

1 Year Ago

For a lovely person and poet :)
Most welcome Ms. Ana! Have a great weekend!
Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

You have a great weekend too. :)

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