Teddy bears protecting innocent children from monsters under the bed since 1902/

 

 

 

and I wish there were canonical gospels and epistels of love,

waiting, that I could analyze or dig through like

Dads old 'Life' magazines where there was

hardly holism but bright colors and fleshy

smiles, and for a short time, I thought the

entire world was a furry one. Mine, as I recall,

was a donkey, not a bear, who had been worn

smooth with slobber and the timeless task of

protection.

Both ears missing/tail snatched off in the turbulent sixites.

I believed him when he mentioned that he

was a ninja, trained in ancient Japanese martial arts

for espionage and assassinations.

He would allow me to sleep thru the night

unharmed. Unlike now, when the light

from the spring window awakens the room

and my dragons crawl away to their secret containing.

 

and I called him Donkey, his real name, and on

the element table right  below oxygen; before tungsten.

Not being one for emotion, he would stare you down

like the make believe cows on Granddads farm,

(the one he shared, along with half his crop, with

the landowner)

and was so able.

So strong.

And when there was crying

or perceived danger, I would put his

floppy neck under my brown cheek

and wish, like good love,

he could stay with me always.

Reviews

[_mal]

The amount of comfort you get from what you love is amazing, I like how the true darkness is only hinted at. There's a lot to be thought about here

[annabellee]

Loved it, reminded me of my teddybear that I still hold close to me. Your poem made me smile, especially the part with the monkey being a ninja ;)
Excellent write :)

[writing mojo]

elementary is just the beginning to the blood tide rushing thought
of this survival in and out moving piece...great

[caesarkreshen]

I like "I thought the world was a furry one."

This is sincere.

[Steven]

'when the light
from the spring window awakens the room
and my dragons crawl away to their secret containing.'

Right back into our sub-conscious Pandora's boxes... Nice write, dana

[Corset]

I have a Monkey.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a couple spots to edit, spelling-wise...but i just loved this piece of nostalgia..
mine is brown cocker spaniel...and he protected me...my folks hung on to that spaniel..and he is still in the room where i stay when i am at their house.

but there is a nice story here too...so well done.

[Horizon K.]

Its fascinating how something like texture and material can be so comforting... Providing that security for a child, be it a stuffed whale like 5 yr old my son has... Or this red silk slip that was my own childhood comfort along with my thumb, rubbed against my face until my mom forgot its delicacy and put it into the drier and fried it... I still remember that terrible day...

This was a window through your childhood eyes, back to fuzzy lands where a fluffy friend makes all the difference.... Very sweet.