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I stay very quiet in my cool and shady safe place
I never want to step outside into a hot and dusty place
I ask for no disturbance as I hide inside my shadow place
But sun and life and warmth keep knocking at my enclosed
place
Green and growing living things are creeping in the
shuttered door
The sun is inching further in as it pushes against the
wooden door
I hear the noise of birds that I have kept outside my painted
door
But life and love and living are pushing past the broken
door.
I feel a restless contentment in your words. The wanderlust of a homebody; slightly afraid of, yet curious about what is outside. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great piece of writing Lyssa- and I love the poetic form, very unusual, very evocative.
ReplyDelete'sun and life and warmth keep knocking at my enclosed place'. Beautifully expressed.
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