Mutate

The savage wind whips the giant stone peeling it layer after layer until it becomes A shinning pebble. The stone is my shield. It protects me from the blinding light and The curse of the solar winds.... I am a mutate without appendage. I wiggle I squirm; I am a worm afraid of the moles.

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Larry Colvin

Date: 5/19/2011 8:04:00 PM

thank you for welcoming me to poetry soup! I've been in the closet for many years with my poetry. But I now have a 300 page book in a few places; and I've read my poetry at public gatherings, with good reviews; it's never too late; it's great to be out of the closet! Lawrence

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 5/19/2011 2:58:00 PM

Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your amazing creative poetry tonight.. hope u have fun on P.S. as u continue to share with luv..

Larry Colvin
Date: 5/19/2011 8:09:00 PM

thank you lindamarie for encouraging me with my poetry. i have many more to share. God Bless. Lawrence

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 5/19/2011 4:00:00 AM

A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Larry. 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

Larry Colvin
Date: 5/19/2011 8:12:00 PM

thank you carol brown; the closet was very confining!