by Melpomene   Mar 29, 2015

There is
an oak that sits
beneath your skin and
sprouts homely nests
for doves.


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  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    Why is this stopped here? I can't help but want more from this poem because I know you have something amazing inside that brain of yours. I also see how old this is, lol.

    But I love this and am sad I ran over it now, because I'm about to include an oak in a poem of mine, haha! I'll explain it to you privately.

    BUT I LOVE THIS. As always, Mel. Lovely. Post something new asap.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a beautiful, precise little piece. Excellent work

  • 7 years ago

    by Everlasting

    I like it. Though I can't help but imagine that oak beneath the skin. At least for me, it's not a pretty image as at the moment all I am imagining is the oak tree. . . and well, blood and flesh. Plus, I can't help but think that it must be painful to have that oak tree beneath the skin.

    hehe Sometimes, I can't help but take the words literally. On the other hand, I like the image of seeing the nests, plus I like how when I read the poem, I get this softens.

    Overall, my understanding of this poem is that despite how that someone may be feeling, whether in pain or uncomfortable, this someone is still kind and friendly.

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I think that this is beautiful, you use so few words to touch the reader, I really admire writes that are short yet so evocative.

    Awesome writing!

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