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| image courtesy of Theme Thursday |
On my soft breast you wearily lay
I cradle you gently as you drift to sleep
You whisper your secrets that I vow to keep.
When you are lonely, I mop up your tears
When ghosts come to haunt you, I hold back the fears
When you are angry and punch with your fist
I just absorb what I cannot resist.
I'm soft at my hardest, down right to my core
I know only to yield and can give you no more.
submitted for Thursday Think Tank #55 at Poets United
and for Theme Thursday, Soft
16 comments:
Nicely done, Lola.
nice bit of pillow talk...sounds like you are willing to give it all...esp like those last two lines...
I love it; so creative and well done~ The pace, the sing song lyrical way, you wove it! It makes me smile as I am now craving my pillow :D
I can really feel that resignation...good write
a wonderful tribute to an oft-forgotten friend
I wrote a poem deriding pillows the other day! Now I wish I hadn't!
Wonderful, I love it (and now I am considering going to thank my pillow.) :-)
Sad truth about a pillow. It comforts us only by yielding to us. It has nothing of its own except its softness to offer.
Nothing is so soft and yielding, yet so hard and resolute.
Lolamouse,
I absolutely love this.
The pillow is the most important place of thought!
Best Thoughts.......
Eileen
this is fantastic!
Oh, what a fabulous write! Love it.
I'd be a bit of a liar if I said I wasn't expecting something a bit different. But I like how you refrained from taking the poem... there. And I really like the last line. Oh, and I still am not quite done with my classroom, and another teacher's. Interesting story.
Wonderful sketch of all the ways a pillow is there for us. A very underappreciated person!
Love this take on the prompt ... we spend a lot of time with our pillows ... they are supportive in our nights, sometimes our days and when we are ill ... and can contribute to a fun fight!! great job!! :D
Like it !
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