My Little World

My Little World

A Poem by Nely Amorim
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a small attempt to get back into it, my muse has left me.

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Laying here in the darkness

In my warm cocoon

I hear the wind moving through the tree's

As if howling at the moon

 

Roof tiles rattle, wind is strong

Safe in my bed, where I belong

Nothing can get me here

In my safe little world

 

Wind chimes tinkle and jangle

In protest or in song

In my safe little world

Nothing can go wrong

 

Tree's are bending against their will

Knocking and scratching at my windowsill

Slowly wind falls silent, battle is done

Safe in my world, nothing goes wrong.

© 2009 Nely Amorim


Author's Note

Nely Amorim
it's not great i know this, but i'm trying to jolt myself back into writing, this came to me in a night storm.

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Good morning from Spain,
Well, perhaps you feel it isn't great...your words... but I feel that if you go back over it a few more times you could easily make it great.
Gosh, poetry writing takes a lot of work..Even when you have an excellent idea... I know...
So strange that you have 443 view and only 3 reviews... Basically people are too lazy to review... i think that reviewing actually helps a poet discover more about writing themselves.
I think you might like one of my many poems...Forevermore... It is about halfway down my many posts. I too was away from writing for quite sometime... Just back a month or so ago with 6 new poems posted...Once you get back into the swing of things you will be back to writing more.
Lisasview

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Nice poem. No better feling than being tuckin safe during a storm. (Nice tofind an Aussie, I stay in Freo a lot).

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love this because it's so true. What is it about humans that we crave safety in the oddest ways. As if he covers would protect us from a falling tree or something. Or you know, when we get REALLY scared of that 8 legged flesh eating monster coming for us so we sleep with our parents. Because... you know... they'd stop such a thing....

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great writing. Storms and other types of weather can jolt me into writing as well. That sandstorm that turned by hair to looking blond gave me ideas for a story inclusion into my writing. Here's to hoping this sparks you to write more poetry.

This poem reminds me of when I was a kid and how I'd lay under my blankets during a windy storm and let my imagination run wild. Keep them coming.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Nely Amorim
Nely Amorim

Fremantle, West Australia, Australia



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