Sunday, April 08, 2007

NaPoWriMo 8

I worked way too long on this poem. Will take a second look at it tomorrow.

The First Beneath

Why do we speak to children as they sleep,
whispering our foolish dreams into their
too small ears?

My son is in his nocturne.
He goes where superheroes never sleep
because there are always battles to be won,
never lost. I look for him in the sound of his breathing,
watch his eyes flicker as he discovers secret worlds,
the first to fly beneath the moon. Always
his breath smells sweet of peanut butter.
By his bed lay a towel-cape and paper mask—
evidence his super identity is safe
another night.

Wherever he is he roams the dark unprotected,
never thinks about falling out of the sky.
I whisper on the rim of his ear, “come back soon,”
He tells me not to worry, he’ll be right back,
the message resting deeply on the tip of his tongue.


Brian said...

Perhaps because we want more for them than we had.

pepektheassassin said...

Loved this! I'm going to share it with my sons who all have little boys. (We made Power Ranger Easter Eggs. So much for lambs and chicks and tulips!)

la vie en rose said...

i think we ought to have NaPoWriMo every month! how about it???

Pat Paulk said...

Beautifully written. They are so precious when there young.

Bug said...

I love this, especially the opening. It's so evocative. The one line I'd think about revising is
He goes where superheroes never sleep
because there are always battles to be won,
never lost.

I can't articulate what, but something about the idea of superheros not sleeping seems to contradict the fact that he is going to a good place.

eds said...

spending time with someone when they are sleeping and you are awake can be such a powerful time, and one that rarely is interrupted. I love that you know he is off somewhere so far from your reality, but its private to him. Its something he has all to himself, even at his young age. great poem jan


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