the image I "see" is this:
falling backwards into a feather bed
allowing myself the free tumble
knowing all the while
I will be better than fine
when my head hits the pillow
and my heart hits the quilt
that's all...
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oh...you sound like a fairy :)
Posted by: nikita | October 04, 2013 at 02:38 PM
Very nice! I love "my heart hits the quilt". Makes me see a handmade quilt given to you by someone dear.
Posted by: Amy | October 04, 2013 at 05:28 PM
Any poem that celebrates quilts and feathers is just fine! Very gentle. I loved it. PS I'm a quilter. :)
Posted by: Beth Camp | October 04, 2013 at 06:45 PM
Ah yes, the image of the sweet feather bed, love it!
Posted by: Morgan Dragonwillow (@MDragonwillow) | October 04, 2013 at 08:44 PM
I love the "free tumble" part. xoA
Posted by: Annis | October 04, 2013 at 08:53 PM
It is my shortest poem of the month. I just couldn't seem to plan a poem or be at all intellectual with my poem for my own prompt! LOL. Thank you for your comments, very much!
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | October 05, 2013 at 10:26 AM
"...my heart hits the quilt" Such a great line. This was so comforting and soothing. Exhale. Sigh. Relaxation! You described it so well, I could picture myself just falling onto that comfy bedding and drifting off. Isn't that just the stuff of fantasy now? Just being able to drift off to a comforting rest after a long, arduous day?
Posted by: elleroy was here | October 05, 2013 at 06:47 PM
I know I left a comment to this, but it's not here? I said some thing like - "Oh, the free of freedom," because this is how it made me feel. X
Posted by: shah wharton | October 08, 2013 at 08:35 AM