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[blindmoonrise]

Peering from somewhere amidst nature
Caked in leaves and beginning
to ferment, or perhaps just
produce a velvet blanket of moss

Meant to be a safe place
Not quite a haven, just a little cove
where shingles won't crack under
thoughts that won't shut off

Some switches cling despite tugs
Bits of wire clutch like shards to
flesh trying to fade into
bark less

Comments

[haileyhenz]

I really like this. I love the line "where shingles won't crack under thoughts that won't shut off."

I'm a creative writer myself, although poetry is not my thing. I like to write it to myself as just a way to vent, but it's never very good :(

[blindmoonrise]

Thank you! Wow, I haven't looked at this poem in a long time; it isn't one I've ever tried to publish. Just something I wrote on a whim.