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If your poem were a pillow, I'd sleep on it every night,
breathe into it the words of my heart, add heavenly
shaded eye and lip colors to the patterns you threw down
as easily as making my bed. If your poem were a pillow
I would hold it against my heart and wonder, wander
over the counted syllables and threads, touch the trim
of titles and punctuated seams, and rest... Oh yes God,
I would rest so easy in some cradled soft part of you
that you left for me and dream you like babies dream
with sighs and quickened breaths, with pictures
and tastes of milk kisses and smiles...
If your poem were a pillow, I could sleep and forget
it was sent from a loveless place, written pretty as lace
to adorn a dead nursery.
| A mutual friend steered me towards this poem and I will be forever grateful that he did. It is simply one of best pieces I've read in a long time. The softness is palpable, lulling the reader into the security of comfort and peace with astounding imagery, only to jolt the reader at the end when we find out the poem was sent from a "loveless place". |
I can't say enough good things about this piece. It's amazing.
|| Posted on 2011-06-25 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] || god, runes, this is fantastic...|
this knocked my socks off...
especially the way you ended it. "the way babies dream"
i have been in a block of late...a poem like this may just be the bottle that could make my pen stop crying and start writing.
|| Posted on 2011-06-25 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || I wrote a pillow poem once, and I wrote a poem about dead babies. never thought about putting them in the same poem. Makes sense though. of course here I am trying to review this and you are talking about holding babies. So I don't think I am getting this maybe the world is a poem god wrote then abandoned? or god got tired of us whining all the time wrote us one last poem and sent us here?||| Posted on 2010-12-17 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] || well at first i was picturing a scene from midsummers night were the lovers are sitting down on one of the many rocks and telling eachother how they admire and are capitvated by their love, but then you threw in the part about god and it switched completely. im not going to lie it actually made me a little sad because after could only think about dead babies. i doubt thats what you want people to think about after reading something you write, so im sorry if that offends you. ||| Posted on 2010-12-04 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ] || i didnt expect the end at all. it actually hurt when i read it. youve got so much talent. you have such lovely words on your sleeves. and wide eyes. you deserve the very best. i hope you find it. |
with love. kt
|| Posted on 2010-11-21 00:00:00 | by Theophilus | [ Reply to This ] || If this poem were a pillow, I would pick it up and hurl it around in a room that has gone listless because of time. I would hope to hit someone with it so that we could start arguing, then fighting, than making up, then making out, then making love and then making futures. |
*starts massive pillow fight.
|| Posted on 2010-10-17 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ] |