My Little World

a small attempt to get back into it, my muse has left me.

Laying here in the darkness

In my warm cocoon

I hear the wind moving through the tree's

As if howling at the moon

 

Roof tiles rattle, wind is strong

Safe in my bed, where I belong

Nothing can get me here

In my safe little world

 

Wind chimes tinkle and jangle

In protest or in song

In my safe little world

Nothing can go wrong

 

Tree's are bending against their will

Knocking and scratching at my windowsill

Slowly wind falls silent, battle is done

Safe in my world, nothing goes wrong.

Author's Note

it's not great i know this, but i'm trying to jolt myself back into writing, this came to me in a night storm.

Reviews

[Keith]

Nice poem. No better feling than being tuckin safe during a storm. (Nice tofind an Aussie, I stay in Freo a lot).

[D. Nelson]

I love this because it's so true. What is it about humans that we crave safety in the oddest ways. As if he covers would protect us from a falling tree or something. Or you know, when we get REALLY scared of that 8 legged flesh eating monster coming for us so we sleep with our parents. Because... you know... they'd stop such a thing....

[Albert Freeman]

Great writing. Storms and other types of weather can jolt me into writing as well. That sandstorm that turned by hair to looking blond gave me ideas for a story inclusion into my writing. Here's to hoping this sparks you to write more poetry.

This poem reminds me of when I was a kid and how I'd lay under my blankets during a windy storm and let my imagination run wild. Keep them coming.