OPossum

At times I work and strive quite late,

To complete or send' by a certain date.

Re-arranging, pondering, wondering out-a-loud,

In the effort to pick-up and put something down.



Curved into my keyboard sometimes quite bent,

On a result that may sometimes never be sent,

In a thickening haze that grows through the night,

Which is only redeemed by bright morning light.



But upon this wearied wretch forlorn,

There be a crowning in the morn,

Or moreover a relief that mortals know,

When I finally realize I can no longer go.



There be a place just by my side,

Where I do delve in blessed respite,

That has warmed a possum through the night,

From the wants and needs that do divide.



O' possum you have slept a time,

But I shan't awake you from your recline.

I breathe a curse for my thoughts aloud,

And I gaze upon the possum gal.



O' possum in your curvaceous build,

I wouldn't want it to catch a chill,

So I edges the quilt; awkward but steady,

Quick and quietly in' as to sleep I be ready,



As the birds of a new day briskly cheep,

Next to my possum to sleep I creep,

As trying gently to wrap around,

An arm that too long has work been bound.



The soundless slumber like a silent pearl,

Takes me away to a forested world,

Of rivers and trees and valleys and hills,

That be covered with a murmured still.



Then we leap like gazelles and glide like a breeze,

Within these places of dream relief,

Whilst in reality together in bed we are curled,

A monkey and his possum girl.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If I could do it any other way I'd probably wonder what the Jones's were up to.

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Tanya Foltz's picture

Awesome work! Words and all are great!

Deborah Russell's picture

This is a good one! Nice cozy,warm story. Good show. (is this serious criticism???) no matter...its emotive and thats a good thing. Regards, Deborah

Jenny Tran's picture

awwwww! how sweet! i can see the change in thinking and the imagery is quite strong. also, your piece has presence. i can feel your frustration at the begning of your first two stanzas...... ...then the redirection of your view onto your "possum gal" such a nice description of her. i was wondering...... is she your pet? i'm a city girl so the idea of sleeping with a possum just is hard for me to accept.... ...but with your poem..... i might reconsider. (wink!) it's so cute the way you close out "a monkey and his possum girl"