Moss and Ivy

by Maple Tree   Mar 24, 2021


I press my nose to a
window sill, kissing nature
during a frosty chill, yearning
to run barefoot digging toes
within a murky soot.

Oh to feel a spring breeze upon my face
as angels in trees sing to me- as night falls,
hearing an echo during an owls
lunch break at night.

Mating hands with bark
during midnight, climbing
so high, that I can kiss stars
to feel alive again.

After my death- I will be in paradise
you will feel my spirit as an afternoon
rain falls, and you will experience a side
of me that people often ignore, as I grow
old, typing words upon a page that collects
moss and ivy- camouflaging my eternal dream.

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  • 6 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    .

  • 6 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Ohh, I can see it's an angel now, hehe

  • 6 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I press my nose to a
    window sill, kissing nature
    during a frosty chill, yearning
    to run barefoot digging toes
    within a murky soot.
    ^
    Andrea, try this format, this may help?

    • 6 months ago

      by Maple Tree

      YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Its an Angel!! Thats what I wanted!!
      Thank you my sweet!

  • 6 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Andrea,

    this poem looks a little like an angel. Is it?

    • 6 months ago

      by Maple Tree

      Michael, you are awesome... I tried to make it look like an angel... whoooot

  • 7 months ago

    by Em

    My word!! Xx

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