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Posted July 23, 2011
"POETRY OF SUMMER"
Today I'm showcasing a promising young Minnesota poet by the name of Kendall who reaches down deep inside to write heartfelt poetry.Dear Pillow ~
I'm sorry for the tears,
I have wept unto you.
Sorry, too, for striking you,
I can never undo.
I'm sorry for the profanity,
I’ve unleashed when mad
Slamming your feathers
Against bones of my wall.
But I do wish to thank you,
Dear pillow friend of mine.
Comforting me like no other,
Absorbing my precious tears
With soft motherly hugs.
You are my teddy bear pal
As I lay my head on your heart.
Sometimes I can’t go on
Or so it seems in a crisis
No one understands me
Sees it from my perspective
But I believe in a forever.
You'll always be there for me.
My hands not for hitting walls
But for caressing the night-tide
Which I lay down beside you
And take refuge in your seams
Lost in your sanctuary of dreams
Dear pillow, dear pillow,
I'm sorry for the stress.
I bring to you each day
If it were not for you,
Sharing my pain, unrest
I’d have nowhere to go
When the volcano smokes
Then blows its molten lava
To flow out of control,
Like rivulets of my tears
Through the floodgates of Hell
While only you—yes, my pillow
Stitched cotton and feathers
Hold me through the storm.
You've comforted me, my pillow
Through all the fears of my years.
If pillows can somehow have hearts
Yours has always been open to me,
When mine's filled with ice for you.
But a warm heart such as yours
Puts rose petals back into my soul
Where a heart was once a stranger
Lost in a maze of summer dreams
Amid notes of broken Pan-pipes
Someday a boy may take my hand
Searching for an archaic music
A spectral evanescent splendor
In purple plumage of spring
And though I may take his hand
Placing this boy ahead of you
Our pillow talk will never diminish
Through heartbreaks and healing,
Fights, forgiveness, and feeling,
Upside down holidays, daily living,
Crazy Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Crying over boys, hurt by friends,
Fights with mom, pain never ends
Suicidal I'm not, because of you
You even befriended my kitten too.
So I thank you once more
Sweet pillow pal of mine
So nice to hug, so soft and fine
All dressed up in sheets of teal
Knit in gold sunlight I can feel
Yes, my dear pillow, I’ll say it again
You are one in a million—
You're my best friend.
Lovely poem Kendall and how old were you when you wrote your first poem?
My first poem was written when I was probably in 3rd grade.
Who is your favorite poet?
My favorite poet would have to be Edgar Allan Poe. I love the fact that he is so deep and emotional and dark. I love reading the depressing, sad, dark poetry and prose rather than the happy, love sick literature.
How many poems have you written?
The number of poems are countless. I love writing poetry whether it's as simple as "Roses are Red, Violets are blue..." to "He hollows from the murky pits of Hell..."
Are you entering your poetry in contests?
I never have, I like to keep to myself mostly. So, no I have never been in a contest although I've been recognized by teachers and the school board for my poetry and writing.
Do you keep a journal for poetry ideas?
My journal is for both poetry and prose. I love both, so if you were to look at my journals there is definitely a mix.
Do you also write prose?
I love writing prose! It calms me down more than anything else!
How did you come up with the idea for this particular poem - "Dear Pillow?"
I was sexually abused by a close family member I should have been able to trust and I wasn't sure how to go about handling it in the right way. I was writing constantly but it wasn't enough to sustain me. I was suicidal and harming myself intentionally so finally my mom stepped in and took me to a mental hospital. I wrote that poem in about four minutes because I was in so much pain it was unbearable. I realized that the [thing] that has helped me through everything, was my pillow, and I felt like I owed it an apology.
Thank you Kendall for allowing me to post your work here. You're beautiful and so is your poetry. Continue to write and the world will be hearing from you again!
"...He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners...to comfort all who mourn, ...and to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning." ~ Isaish 61:1-3
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