Much to play with mentally with this interesting piece of wordsmithing. I'm reminded of the many times one's perception of a seemingly obvious perception turns out to be false. Loved this piece.
I've always wondered about people who go off to the country to "find themselves." I grew up in the country and realized the self you find is who you are with people. Nature couldn't care less, so what self would you find in the woods? I always enjoyed the woods for the quiet and peace, but the challenges we need to overcome in life are in the living with people! That green cocoon was death and a real escape from life's challenges.
Looks like he found a warm snug bed to sleep in! Serially, I really like the way this one rhymed and gave that eerie feeling at the end. One of your best.
WELL, YOU SURE WENT THERE, JANE...AND YOU DID IT SO VERY WELL! ENJOYED THIS LITTLE 'THRILLER', THANKS FOR THE SHARE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Away from His own Kind
A fellow felt he had to find,
A place away from his own kind;
He did find a place,
Away from the race,
That is where he found peace of mind. 📝🍁🦉
Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis.
There's mystery and horror in the night.
Take care, beware,
of green cocoons in the moonlight.