Monday, November 26, 2012

The comfort of the familiar.


No bed accepts your body like your bed.
The pillow you lie on bends just so
your ear can fit nicely in its concaveness, a
crevice forms when you will it
making you
forget
you were searching comfort
as you leave this earth.

9 comments:

  1. We have a memory foam mattress top; it's heavenly!

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  2. Just so! It is not the bed I think of so much when I am weary -- it's my pillows...

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  3. Sleep, the pure sweetness of sleep. I read volumes in the last two lines of your poem, Rosaria.

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  4. i'm struck by two things, rosaria, struck by how the notion that comfort such as this is an illusion and at the same time how we all carry inside of us the ability to find the comfort required inside of this necessarily brave living. i'm not sure what that means. doesn't one undo the other? yes, over and over again, and yet each remain true.)))

    xo
    erin

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  5. Seeking comfort as you leave the earth...rest, comfort, peace...

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  6. We all need comfort, whether it's false or otherwise.

    Shannon at The Warrior Muse

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  7. first after having been at my moms for 5 day...truth on the bed...ha....her extra bed is so hard my neck still hurts...a stirring last couple lines there as well...bringing it home nicely...

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  8. A comfortable bed
    is not what a Bear seeks
    at hibernation time.
    A flat spot,
    perhaps covered
    by a few leaves
    will suffice.
    As long
    as it is cozy enough
    to withstand
    winter's stormy
    blasts,
    and can disappear
    under a kindly
    blanket of
    snow.

    Rest well, my friend!

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  9. Yes, we all need to slip away from the earth for just awhile.

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