Write a poem about your pillow.

Write a poem about your pillow.  It can be as serious or funny as you like.  If you pick funny see if you can write some rhyming cat in the hat like work.  But serious can be perhaps easier.  I heard on TV that your pillow can double in weight due to dut mite excrement.  As a kid I remember how I would get hot and throughout the night I was flipping my pillow to the cool side.   Think of all the dreams hatched on your pillow, or lovers who shared your pillow, or children who rested on your pillow, or times when your significant other hit you in the face.  Think of your pillow as a witness to some aspect of your life.  Perhaps you have cried on your pillow.  Maybe you like to read while propped up on your pillow. Maybe a pillow played some role in your sex life.  Count the pillows on your bed.  Count the pillows in your house.  Imagine a functional pillow debating a decorative pillow.  Has a pillow ever played an important role in your past?

Here is my pillow effort:

MY PILLOW  by tex norman

                As a child I had pillows

stuffed with feathers.

I was before foam-rubber was common.

I was during the time when feather’s were common

and pillows were filled with bird magic.

Sometimes, in the night, I would feel something sticking me.

I used my fingers like tweezers and pinched the point and

pulled.  Out came a feather. It was my explanation for

how my dreams traveled, not on wings, but on feathers.

My dreams drifted.  My dreams responded to the slightest

hint of a movement.  My head filled with the impossible

and it seem all so totally, absolutely possible.