sleep

comforted next to the bed frame
still and staring
my little fuzzy ferocious bear

when I saw you I had to hold you
I wanted to spin summer sonnets in twirling grins
I wanted to walk hand in plush paw
feeling the soft touch you seep between my hands

for as you laid there
displayed as a warrior
thick in the head
hardened by beaten worn armor
that which easily hid your fear underneath
I held you to me as child does blanket
supported lightly but in protection

as we laid my sweet painted ferocious bear
the words of an old seamstress echoed onto the brow you bent
I brushed your little fuzzy face to see again those eyes

me
under a simple existence
held fierce the treasure hunters shovel
prepared to break the ground of black sewn x's

me
in typical tantrum resistance
stomped weakened chicken legs at the onset of your waterfall

your mine now I remind the ferocious little bear
to have and to hold
to spin and to sin with
I'd learn the refined art of sewing if it meant to see those gems again
to sew the smile from ear to ear that we deserve

Reviews

[Seriana]

Fantastic. So many ways this could read. I'll save the way in which I read it for myself. You word expression is exquisite. It amazes me how life, circumstances and emotion give birth to such intensities in a writer. Well done P.

[Final-Karma]

I can't quite interpret the meaning, but I still love the way this is written. My favorite line is: "hardened by beaten worn armor; that which easily hid your fear underneath" Excellent work.

[Periac]

thank you much
it’s more or less literal in the sense of sleep
dressed in a teddy bear
can that be an easy description:)

[Final-Karma]

That does help out. I can see it now! Such a good concept.