Cocooned in heart


Thoughts, not allowing birth of

until my muse offers light

arouses my soul to write.


Oh, rustling of leaves

comfort a need

to hear something real

but only my muse

can set free deepest sound

raking my back.


This night, long it may be

but my muse is here, breathing

life into me

so these thoughts indeed, now

can be set free.

15 Comments on “Cocooned in heart

      • Good day, Jay🌈 Yes , I always enjoy Your poems , like many others. It must be early there! May Your day become beautiful .⭐️

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      • 😃🌼 So You are up early!! Are you a morning man, in general ? ☀️🧚‍♀️


      • Yes. Most mornings awake by sunrise. I think I sleep with a camera. HA … Seriously, I have one at back patio doorway just in case critters are playing in backyard!

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      • That’s fantastic. 😻 I always miss my camera when a great motif presents itself , and become damned sorry . Love Your pics. X

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