As I Shiver

Just sitting outside in the cold as a storm brews. The words came and i accepted them, not caring about form or how they sound

The trees, they sway with passion
Moving with the blustery wind
I sit alone at their feet
Accepting the words of this pen
Salt drips as it comes from the inside
My eyes just a vent for my sin
This sky reflects like a mirror
The storm that is raging within
The trickle of quick falling raindrops
Push as they bid me to go
And though I am one in my own skin
Im with those that want left alone

Reviews

[Cassie]

Poetry is one best way to describe the feelings inside and i agree many times we want to be left alone. I love this one

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like how your poems speak of those things around you, nature etc. but you use those outside influences to discuss what is really happening within...

nicely done.

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you much. Most of what I write starts with where I'm at which in turn addresses something inside of me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime our own words can burn the heart and the soul.
"I sit alone at their feet
Accepting the words of this pen "
Writer bleed words. Few happy writers. Need a torture life to be able to write. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[LapseOfMind]

Very true, most all of my poetry is based on unhappy moments. The words are how i heal. Thank you for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us who write. Release words to paper and you are welcome.

[Glenda]

Wow, very nice. Each line is much like a step in a circular staircase housed within my soul. Keep up the good work.

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you, i really appreciate it

[Stars and Whales]

This poem, I feel, has true meaning in every way, and it has a poetic beauty to it as well. I can envision your words very easily while I read, and it is really a great poem in every way. I love your writing, please keep writing and sharing. Thanks.

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you very much, glad you enjoyed it