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mutualism at it's most evident.
by Andrew S Adamsthe end of a long night is just what we like to call the morning.
if everything were so simple, then what would we have in
the form of complexity? anything?
this is of no matter. because,
the bed. it is instinctually the sanctuary, the lovenest,
the dream and the nightmare.
and it is home. for better or worse,
it cradles us where ever else we have fallen;
and it is the security of a mother without
oedipus ever crossing the subconscious.
it does not judge, does not ask where you've been-
it just knows that it is loved,
kept warm, and considered holy for the few hours
between down and up.
01/21/2004 Author's Note: who is tired?
Posted on 01/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/24/04 at 04:20 AM I think this is a fantastic poem and though it didn't make me tired :-) I felt myself drifting away to memories of last night snuggled up and warm. The poem has a kind of nostalgic and comforting feel to it, "it is the security of a mother without oedipus ever crossing the subconscious." I love this line and how it makes you feel the bed as a place of innocence, a "sanctuary...lovenest...dream and...nightmare." I especially like how you tie the title to the last two stanza's. You personify the bed to express it's mutual satisfaction at being slept it. Brilliant work, I really enjoyed reading this.
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