The Privacy of LonelinessA Poem by shelby ferrellThis is a piece based on my favorite place in the world, my roof. It sounds weird but it's whatever.The heavy, summer air greets my tanned skin With the affection of lovers reuniting from a summer Spent abroad. The fleece blanket laid across the roofing tiles welcomes me to a night spent aligned with the tree tops. Normally one would be deterred from the height Or from the damp smell of nature’s musk Buried into the grainy texture beneath me; But the stars scattered across the clear night sky Seem to call my name and The wind coaxes me into submission. The wind is a wanderer. It grazes through my hair like a fine-toothed comb, Rustles through the leaves of trees like rattles And skims the water’s surface with the agility of a Ballerina. Mother Nature is the conductor of her creations’ orchestra And the chirping crickets are her choir. The moon illuminates the insanity that is my writing. The words sprawled across my pages Are merely shadows who Dance in rhythm with the tip of my pen And in this moment I am proud to call myself A hermit of the night. © 2017 shelby ferrell |
StatsAuthorshelby ferrellWheeling, WVAboutI've come along way in my writing since the last time I published on this site, and I'm crazy excited to start writing again!! I love rock music and playing the guitar. Please feel free to give advi.. more..Writing
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