Velveteen Madness

by Anya   Feb 23, 2021


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Sanity sat next to us
In his suit of pearly grey
We’d forgot each name he wore
But he knew all dubs we say

6
By name of Wisdom Wry
Is what we called him now
No other title said
Our Madness would allow

5
And of all the books
Wisdom Wry had told
There 's just one fable
That never gets old

6
The book with the Rabbit
Of a velveteen fleece
The pale worn out pages
For years had brought us peace

7
And Wisdom Wry had taught us
A child’s love to dust and fluff
And we grew to yearn this Real
But these prayers were not enough

6
Like the Skin Horse had said
We needed something spare
This Love we Mad can’t have
That makes the rabbits wear

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And our dear Wisdom
Knows us at our worst
Though he, unlike us
Never thought us cursed

6
We, the wandering Mad
Keep searching for that dream
To one day find this Love
That wears our every seam

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And then our Wisdom told us
A hint to what we had sought
He told us Love was given
In all the stories he taught

6
But we, with name of Mad
Could not yet recognize
For all his stories told
Was godlike in our eyes

5
But then, we the Mad
Mad in every way
Saw our velvet heart
Had begun to fray

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  • 9 months ago

    by Brenda

    What a cool poem! Nominated!