Under The Sky
Set me down in a fleece-lined
basket, where I may nest
under a star-swept sky.
Keep my location secret
from vipers ripe for new
flesh to use in their daily
gossip with clever friends,
ones who offer to lend
a hand. I saw the truth
through blinked back tears.
Shallow souls.
Written for http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
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About purplepeninportland
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
shallow souls, but this definitely not shallow
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Thanks, Claw!
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Ohhhhh…THIS:
“Set me down in a fleece-lined
basket, where I may nest
under a star-swept sky.”
Yes, please. Beautiful.
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Thanks, De.
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