are fish a slave to the #sea?
— Tricia (@triciasankey) August 20, 2021
what lies beneath the
blue silk sheets at 2am
when our thoughts swim
in fear, when we cling
to the stories, what lies
beneath words, beneath
names, beneath breaths,
can we drown? maybe
we just stare amazed
and blow bubbles
in deep sleep#vss365 pic.twitter.com/Y37NgoBJ6B
I’m sharing this poem with dVerse for Open Link Night.
Tricia Sankey 
Entrancing! Love it!!
Always appreciate your kind words! 💗
Dare we even look beneath, in our 2am mind-wanderings? Great poem Tricia!
Good question! 😆 Thanks, Ingrid! 💓
“what lies beneath the
blue silk sheets at 2am…” Gorgeous, the whole thing 🙂
Thrilled you enjoyed this, Sunra! 💗
A great poem Tricia. My sleep is more like a lions roar as I snore away! :>)
😅 Thanks, Dwight!
Enchanting! 😀 I so love the reference to “what lies beneath the blue silk sheets at 2am,” … the hour is reserved for Poets and lovers alike 💝💝
Thanks! Yes, it’s an intimate hour! ✨
I LOVE this! As one who has trouble with physical sleep post-cancer, this resonates deeply!
I appreciate your feedback, lack of sleep can send the mind off the deep end! 💗
an intriguing question, i liked these lines
“beneath the
blue silk sheets at 2am
when our thoughts swim
in fear, when we cling
to the stories, what lies
beneath words, beneath
names, beneath breaths,
can we drown?”
I appreciate your feedback, Phillip! 💓
I love the image of dreams as being submerged in the sea…
Thanks, Bjorn, appreciate your feedback and your hosting OLN! 💗
Love the depth of your words, Tricia. ❤️
Thanks for your comment! 💓
My pleasure. 😊
Amazing imagery!
Thanks so much! 💓