Bed Sheets Creased Poem by M.J. Lemon

Bed Sheets Creased

Rating: 5.0


waiting all alone,
the bed sheets creased

Speaking silently,
the pillow fell to the floor

bolting unexpectedly,
the sash, at last,
found its armoire

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Wlodarski 21 March 2022

Sounds like you've got a poltergeist.

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M.J. Lemon 01 April 2022

Great observation, Richard. After this comment, I get a creepy, horror tone to the poem. Thank you, my friend.

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