Jenni Munn Poet Verse

A Safe Place

I wander the night
Afraid to stand still
Home is not safe
The air holds a chill

My eyes flit around
Darting like mice
Watching wearily
My hands feel like ice

I shiver and chitter 
From more than just cold
My feet shuffle slowly
Fear barely controlled

I finally reach it
A place that’s secure
Cold, dark and uncomfortable
But I will endure

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Daver Austin October 25, 2011 at 3:09 PM Home must really be a bummer, Jenni. Your poem has content - like it. Congrats on the selection. daver

Dr.Ram Mehta October 21, 2011 at 6:07 PM Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Jenni

Carol Sunshine Brown October 14, 2011 at 8:02 AM Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Jenni. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 9, 2011 at 10:45 PM Congrats Jenny on featured poem this week on PS... wonderful words to share luv..

Audrey Haick September 21, 2011 at 6:17 PM Excellent writing with perfect imagery and flow, Jenni. Congratulations on your awesome win in Deb's Children Contest! Love, Annalise

Carol Sunshine Brown September 21, 2011 at 9:35 AM Congratulations on your win in this contest Jenni. Love, Carol Jenni Munn September 21, 2011 at 10:02 AM Thank you Carol!!!

Lee Ramage September 20, 2011 at 11:51 PM Well done. Very sad. Congratulations on your win. Lee Jenni Munn September 21, 2011 at 6:52 AM Thank you :-)

Carol Sunshine Brown September 20, 2011 at 9:44 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you this morning jenni. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

John Smith September 18, 2011 at 9:01 AM Sounds like jail. You need some cheer. Your poem does evoke cold desperation.