Humidity

Humidity

A Poem by QuiteOllie

As white giants drift without purpose or intent
An unfamiliar calm floods me,
My mind
It consumes,
No,
It drinks
My worries and leaves naught for the dream-catcher she strung above my pillow
And said was better than any Xbox

Now my face is hot and moist,
Comfortable

Pitter patter
Pitter patter

Their eyes aren't on me any more
But it's nice to know they're here,
In sight

The slow rhythm of the branches gently lulls countless thoughts to sleep,
Cradles the ones with wolves' eyes
And wraps the others in mint
Until they're no longer sore

Perfectly cared for
As if they were broken birds

© 2012 QuiteOllie


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i really enjoyed the imagery in this write,
i enjoyed your last 2 lines the most.
wonderful write.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on April 5, 2012
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Tags: hot day, spring, thoughts, consciousness, garden, trees, nature, the Earth

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QuiteOllie
QuiteOllie

United Kingdom



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