memory foam poem

Leslie F. Miller created this poetry postcard.

10 comments in “memory foam”

  1. Leslie F. Miller says:


    Well, I sure like it!

  2. Gail Dragon says:


    I sure like it too.

    I take it your honey is a snorer. Mine too.

  3. Giggles says:


    Really well done!!

  4. johemmant says:


    This is very good. In my house everyone snores…..husband and two very young sons.

  5. Cory says:


    Very well composed. Leslie really invites her audience in, doesn’t she? Great work.

  6. Nathan says:


    This great — from the colors to the title to the poem’s rhythm and repetition.

  7. christine says:


    There’s nothing like pink foam earplugs. I could sleep through a whole forest being felled. Great photo of a wiped-out tired lady.

  8. leslee says:


    Heh. Talk about making poetry out of a bad situation!

  9. Maureen says:


    Just a hint of regret, and alot of kindness, connection in these words. I love the last lines:
    I have chose sleep/ traded sonic booms/ for silence/ but I have not forsaken you/ as long as my skin remembers/where you fit.

    I like that the phrase “for silence” is on it’s own line, as if sleeping on it’s own bed, on the other side of a door, a wall.

    The metaphors you use (blue angels, sound barrier, lumberjacks, jackhammers, beating your chest) are all so full of energy and action — the perfect counterpoint for dreaming about a good night’s sleep.

    I’m lucky my husband falls asleep before me. I snore. :-D



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