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the pillow |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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A man lies in bed, His plastic rosary casting green lights On his cup of honey-lemon tea. The sunlight casts its weight, But he won't move from its heat. He sweats his soiled sheets. His right eye feels sore. Like it has seen exactly enough To be useless and bruised. He breathes in careful strokes, Coughs at the clockless wall, The silence, the warmth. Poetry is his church. Words are his vices as well as his help. He pens one more in his head. "A pillow is your best friend. You can fight with it; it will never harm. You can whisper to it; it will keep your secrets. "It keeps your knees cushioned in prayer. It doesn't mind when it ends up on the floor When you've made love. "It stays as your life reaches its top; Holds you as you fall apart, Gently, just as slowly, to gears. "Always soft, the pillow collects you. You lose yourself in pieces, you see. If you wash it enough, you will be gone. "Finally gently holding your head As you worry and are afraid. With it, you are with someone." He finds he can't open his eyes. Hot light like a bright spill in the sky, Like words. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 08-01-2000).] |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I enjoyed this Mike! Very beautiful thoughts in this verse ... I don't think I'll ever look at my pillow the same way again!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Poetry is his church. Words are his vices as well as his help. He pens one more in his head. "A pillow is your best friend. You can fight with it; it will never harm. You can whisper to it; it will keep your secrets. "It keeps your knees cushioned in prayer. It doesn't mind when it ends up on the floor When you've made love. ========================== oh i do so love looking at the world thru your poetic eyes... awesome work here mike, really special. bs/jm |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
always unique -- always a good read ... love your work, bsquirrel ... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Kit, Thank you. I wrote this one after staying home sick from work. I went to the Target up the street, bought a vaporizer and a copy of Sixth Sense, since I haven't seen it yet. Well, for some reason, the scene where Haley Joel Osment is lying in bed in the hospital, got me thinking about pillows, and how you're born on one -- you end your life on one; it's always there, throughout your life even when nothing else is stable. Even when you're dead, when you're in your coffin, your head will be on a pillow. I had to use that thought in poem form. Janet, Thanks.  Glad you liked it, and thanks for calling it special -- it's definitely spiritual to me.MA M, Glad you enjoyed; and thanks for your praise. Mike |
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jennie may* Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 122 |
Wow- I love the way good poets can take a simple object like a pillow and make a whole story out of it. I chuckled at this line: "It doesn't mind when it ends up on the floor/When you've made love" Very sweet. And you closed the poem very well. Like the last line. Good piece. "We have all these galaxies inside of us. And if we don't enter those in art, then I don't understand the point in doing anything."-Sam Shepard |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Loved this one, Mike...and you too...get well, m'friend. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Always soft, the pillow collects you. You lose yourself in pieces, you see. If you wash it enough, you will be gone. Oh, I do like the way you write!! I am now going to go kiss my pillow. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
A very well written poem indeed... regards, sudhir |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Hi Mike, how did I miss this? I get here so sporadically, it's hard to keep up. I enjoy the way you've placed the poem within the poem, giving this piece layers to explore. "With it, you are with someone" ~ this line, in particular, pulled me close. Hope you're feeling better, my friend. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very cool write |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I miss you my old friend. |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
An interesting read that stands out from other poems. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yes it does, and where the heck are you? LOL, I miss reading your work, so get back in here. |
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