Another Ode to Joy

“O friends, no more of these sounds!

Let us sing more cheerful songs”

O friends, with the might 

of your cheeks, snuggle in 

you’re all dolls

the good ones 

whose lips soften as your minds 

go blanket, this, you can take to the bank 

be it off the backboard, Deutsche, of America, or river 

a blanket check is better 

than a blank wish or a chill swish 

on any Elysian Field

a gentle fire-inspired force

fired point blanket 

into the chest, but what is sleep 

if not a putting green for death’s wide pasture 

what is an ode to joy if not a blanket canvas, a swaddle 

a kiss with a thread count, a yarny fringe to tickle 

out a blanket look on your cheerful face

draw a blanket up so wonderfully tight 

that “even the worm

can feel contentment,” call the others 

the cherubim, seraphim, principalities, and sleepless tweeters

phone your friends, sneak some fiends between the sheets 

the great commission compels you 

to go forth and make disciples 

of all nations until we fill 

in the blankets, let your love 

stare your enemies down with 

a blanket look, oooh

that quilted downy 

of angelic down, come hither 

into a blanket stare, let us stare 

into each others’ eyes and drift together

until our thoughts go blanket, no greater love 

that humans hath than we lay down blankets 

for friends and frenemies  

and open the expansive heart 

to all blankety blank blanks

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Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 535 Write a blanket poem