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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

cocoon

I pull the covers closer.
Tighter than the lids of my wincing eyes.
Tight enough to keep the air from trespassing.
Here in this fabric shelter I wait.
For what?
A bell to toll in the gloom?
The waning winds of winter?
No matter how long I hide here in,
I cannot change into a butterfly.

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