Cocoon

by Conrad   Oct 20, 2008


Harvest moon
does come soon.
Beneath the stars
in our cocoon.

We sit all night
and never fight.
Beneath the orange
and the right.

We cannot stir
for this I'm sure.
Or hear the wind
and God's whisper.

If we hatch
we light the match.
To our own death
this grassy patch.

Beyond the stars
cant fly that far.
While so stuck
and Earth is tar.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Skyfire

    I really liked the way you set up the rhyme in this poem, and besides that the idea is beautiful. Nice. :)

  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    This is absolutely beautiful. It gives a relaxing feeling. It's my first time reading your poems and i'll surely read lots more, very well done, kel.