A muted invitation
Oh, write me a chapter, one where I am none, the trees lash merrily, the sun is dim, a muted...
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Posts by Amity Doyle
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Oh,
write me a chapter,
one where I am none,
the trees lash merrily,
the sun is dim,
a muted invitation,
for me, for you.
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On the water
the bugs float,
lazily, legs stretched out,
looking to grip a stick or stone,
camouflaged in serenity,
as if, do I have to hide from frogs today?
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Has anyone ever wondered why
trees reach out?
Oh, the branches
So lonely that tree
must be, alone in the
middle of a honeysuckle field
dappled with nothing but its own leaves
Leaves, oh tree’...
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The kids they play around you
The dads just back from
work
They laze and gaze into
you, at the lovely
sway of the trees
of the trees,
of the lovely sway
of the trees
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January
January-cold winter air swoops through the chimney but can’t
blow out the fire
February
Bundled up in your house you lay surrounded
by your needs of warmth
No one can cold...
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