Sunday, December 5, 2021

The Voice

 The Sunday Muse #189





You feel like December, my friend
Cool, cozy, warm, and woozy
You smell of pines and woods
And long-forgotten fairy tales.

You are the wanderer of the dark forces
For me, a boon from the ancient voices
You understand the silent pleas 
And the danger of lurking fears.


We know how far we have come
From the wild ways to  a comfort zone
In this cacophonous world
It gets lonely and dangerous even for a child.





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9 comments:

  1. I can feel the warmth and protection in this.

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  2. The conversation lends itself to dreams and fairy tales. Nice one

    Happy Sunday

    much💜love

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  3. "You feel like December, my friend" - wonderful!

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  4. I love the opening lines so much....and your closing lines are true - it is a dangerous world for children these days.

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  5. A gorgeous poem Sunita! That opening line really captures the reader! One of your finest my friend!

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  6. Beautiful...Wonderful from opening line to ending.

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