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12/29/2005
Sleepless
Then I am alone with my words
and lay them to rest
Tell them little stories
so that they will not wake up
returning to their speaking
After consolation
for misunderstanding
my sweet word-children
roll themselves
in their blankets,
thumb in mouth,
sleeping for a while,
I am alone without them
catching some sleep at last.
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styrofoam packaging
children of the muse
in my excitement to open the large box
containing the treasure
i use a butter knife to cut the tape sealing contents
that finally arrived its journey
from the warmer climates
the cardboard entrance
pops open like a child’s gift on christmas
agast!
i see
the barrier of white
small sentinels of worth
some words of birth
holding and glaring at me
challenged by my intrusion
they’ve been waiting in darkness
knowing this day would come
knowing they are helpless against my fevered reach
to claim the booty
reaching in to grasp my prize
the tiny soldiers attack
pouring around my feet and ankles
some valiant
clinging to my knees
like mad dogs protecting it master
up my arms and flying to my hair
i stand a moment adorned in trembling white
laughing i fall to the floor to play like a child
remembering my own children who opened their gifts on christmas morn
only to play with the boxes
these fragile puff o words
surrounded me with a charge of creation
haveing a life of there own
some i reach for and they spin away in terror
some held tight with invisible teeth
and refused to budge
had they teeth
my blood would be their willing sacrifice
for the mere joy
of this encounter
….then
there were the few
that lifted gently to my hand
under the poet's pen
but not without a pause in mid air
suspended in the realm of physics
between attraction and repulsion
a careful yoyo motion
the dance between my hand
and the object of choice
and i
full present in this place
of tiny treasures with the charge of life
escaped my mind
it did
to fantasy
and saw them through immensities of time
completing their evolution
into some distant age
the little i
witness to potential
Posted by: Talasa | 12/29/2005