Horse Feathers

by Maple Tree   Sep 16, 2020

long ago-
when pen started dancing
upon parchment;

eyes that gazed, remained skeptical

"Just a bunch of horse feathers"
(they whispered)

If I had listened;
these words of mine
would have gotten lost
in the endless shuffle of
chaos that pays room and board
inside my mind.

I refuse to have clutter
upon my soul,
writing allows me to vanish
in the night (unscathed).

These letters I throw down
mean something to me and
the stranger who reads at
2 am- I'm not meant to reach
everyone- just a few is good

It only takes one poem
to help another understand
they are not alone.


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Latest Comments

  • 14 hours ago

    by Everlasting

    Sorry to disappoint, I’m reading almost at 6 am instead of 2... but true keep on writing keep on writing

  • 2 days ago

    by Lost star

    This poem is so relatable, beautifully penned!

  • 2 days ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I absolutely understand this poem, Maple.

  • 3 days ago

    by Star

    I truly loooooooove this <3

  • 3 days ago

    by Skyfire

    Thank goodness your words are not lost in the shuffle, because they are beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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