Monday, December 19, 2011

Upon a Time (Bedtime Poem)

Let them eat sleep and while
eating they crunch to fulfill lives
to this heart pudding they call muscle grief
frightened by night let them eagle
into it from on high all rosy with mistakes
let them have at it let them eat into it
to move their slender gifts let their
lack of reason anoint us with rawness we creep
upwards in return for favors we kiss
where we can see fantastic places
in each arm we plow into paradise
knowing hello death this capital crime
this seizure of gladness this restraint
this limit to all we all know about
come for us come for all upon a time.


Blogger joanna said...

that's how i feel.

11:44 PM  
Blogger caro said...

just what I needed.

12:27 PM  
Blogger Glen Green said...

seizure of gladness

7:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

your lack of punctuation is maddening.
(that's both a complaint and a success for the poem in terms of pace induced.)

1:55 AM  
Blogger Todd Colby said...

Thanks Joanna, Caro, Glen and Kluschek. K, yeah, the absence of punctuation lends itself to some happy grammatical collisions that otherwise would not have happened in this poem, to say nothing of the induced pace, as you so delightfully phrase it!

X, T

5:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem! Love the last line- "this limit to all we know about come for us come for all upon a time".

8:20 AM  

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