I hope that you can
forgive the cocoon of me –
the heart tight-wrapped
in tiny silks still
thrums to the sounds
of your laughing
© Sarah Whiteley
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Not sure why…but the poem made me think about ““You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven. (Matthew 5:14-16)…ah but who ever knows why a poet thinks anything? 🙂
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I love where your mind goes, Charles 🙂 and I agree! who knows why a poet thinks anything?
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simply beautiful
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🙂
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“the cocoon of me” = superb
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thank you, Paul!
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Lovely use of metaphors, Sarah. xx
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