The Comfort of Marx

The Comfort of Marx

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

Karl Marx: What Christians Need to Know About Him | Answers in Genesis

The Comfort of Marx
Here I am at the old dusty crossroads but
it's more complicated than that

Old, odd demons goad 
youthful emotions to rage down
a mismatch of multidirectional

compost

germination time maybe ten years
then harvests of burning and looting and 
violence that bars understanding

our eyes wide shut we pull
granny's hand made quilt up to our
chins
over our cold shoulders

to find the comfort of lies in
restless sleep. 
E.
03/03/2026

© 2026 Einstein Noodle


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I see shelter and haven in our home just as it was when dear old granny used to tuck us into bed when we worried as kids about the wind, thunder, rain outdoors, alas, such inclement weather as adults we know now are nature's way, but nowadys it's mankinds repugnant, rampageous ways that leads us to cower beneath the bedcovers...


'our eyes wide shut we pull
granny's hand made quilt up to our
chins
over our cold shoulders '

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

how fortunate ... sounds like your Gram lived with you or visa versa .. such a strong foundation in .. read more
Tom

1 Month Ago

Most welcome E. Tell me do while I'm here, do you ever hear from Frieda thesedays?
Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

no ... not for a long time .. she has poems on another site but does not answer reviews and tho I ha.. read more



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No matter what we try to tell ourselves...it is all crumbling around us...the quilt might keep out some of the cold, but it still seeps in and causes us to be unsettled in this cruel world.

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Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

i climb into bed with cold feet, jacob ... and it gets trapped in there. thanks so much for the visi.. read more
You sink into the grime and ache of the world, feeling it in your bones, and yet you still reach for warmth under the quilt.
This poem doesn’t flinch—it hugs the pain and lets it whisper truths we’d rather ignore.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thank you so much Thomas!! i am totally gratified by your sensitive read ... love and peace brother!.. read more

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