Short Cocooning Poems

Ah...
bemused,
bountiful,
belligerents. 
Covering caskets,
cocooning, cringing cracks
doubting, desolate, dodgers; 
forever fishing, finding fist,
that will always swim before they hit....

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sleeping pile of skulls
rising from books long dead
tempting virgin

fluffy blanket smiles
cocooning her with protection
stardust dream angel arrives

telepathy subtle
young girl is learning
otherworld music 

mystical magical moment
must be experienced
cannot be read in a book....

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Tell me how much you love me, 
It's a secret, I won't tell.
Hiding behind closed doors, 
You whisper 'infinitely',

 I sit and dream about what has been lost. 

"So, you love me infinitely?", I ask.
You smile a soothing wave,
A curve,
A beautiful halo, 
Cocooning your shadow and light, 

Thereafter, you come alive again....

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Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…...

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How Curvaceous you are,
A sophisticated aura,
Demanding attention,
An oak-trimmed collar,
Framed peculiar features,
Grains like old film,
Emphatic yet speechless
Confident like a scholar,
Full of wisdom;
A preacher

A vulnerable coat,
Cocooning your body,
Behold tree trunk colours
Of well-roasted coffee
And then how you speak;
Such a whimsical notion,
Manipulate my feelings,
Oh the sound makes me weep...

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my heart's children all 

married traveling french gypsies 

gracefully transforming them 

into gospel preachers

true transformation begins

outside the realms

of pure comfort

existing without reason

wanderlust satisfies

their soul's prayers 

gently cocooning life's

injuries with silken

band-aids wrapped ever-so

mercifully at the base

eternity planted as

seeds sowed casually

salvation weeps uncontrollably...

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There comes a time when each new day
is an unexpected joy -
the yes, of yes I am alive.

My quilt covers against the chill breeze,
holds me for sweet moments
cocooning in my bed
before ring to a morning salutation.

Golden light washes the hillside,
splashes on tomatoes and summer squash,
on greening apples and ripening peach
on blackberries growing along the fence

and sunlight like a lover
has kissed the trees on their green lips -
its yellow body shining there....

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