Evening’s Cocoon
Jack’s huffs invade uncaulked cracks.
His heat-seeking wisps tickle my
uncovered cheeks and snake down to
bare ankles and slipper-froze tater-tot toes.
I, winter butterfly, weave evening’s cocoon.
Softest flannel sheets, under thin cotton
blankets, under a satin comforter
gleams warm under October’s moon.
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Merril is today’s host of dVerse. Merril says:
Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words.
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Oh what a wonderful time to slip under those wonderful warm sheets…
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Oh it is. Probably my favorite time of the evening.
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Such a tactile poem. The sensations come across brilliantly.
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Carol, thank you.
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Such engrossing imagery. I especially love the second stanza. Very beautifully composed. <3 <3
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Thank you, Lucy <3
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Lisa, you evoke such a cozy feeling here with your words.
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Thank you, Linda. It’s the fine art of staying warm in MI :)
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That second stanza in particular sounds so cozy. I laughed at tater-tot toes. 😀
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Glad you liked it, Merril. I had to go hunt my slippers up the other day which reminded me of how cold my feet were :)
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I love that yours is a snuggly ‘going-to-bed’ poem, Lisa. The intimate details in the first stanza are evocative, but it’s the ‘ooh’ sounds in the second stanza that convey the joy of settling in for the night under ‘softest flannel sheets’ and cotton blankets.
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I’m glad you got the Q (how am I going to stay warm??) and A (build a cocoon) of the poem. Thanks much, Kim.
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This is absolutely lovely! I love; “uncovered cheeks,”… such poignancy packed in this tight poem :D
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Sanaa, your using the word poignancy made me think about how sad it is at how cold and how fast it gets cold here. Thankfully, Goddess provides blankets :)
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Evokes a very cozy mood
Happy Monday
Much💖love
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Gillena, thank you. You’ll never find me cozier than when I’m wrapped up in my evening cocoon <3
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Tater-tots toes!!!! I hate to say it but….sqeeeee! Such a warm cozy poem and the thoughts of flannel under satin – heavenly. I just so enjoyed this poem and it made me smile.
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Yes, they did feel like frozen tater tots! Glad the 2nd stanza made you smile, Toni, thank you.
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And thank you for your kindness to me, asking me to come visit after Brad’s death. I have gotten more vampirish than ever now, not straying far from my home.
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You’re welcome. Was trying to help you not feel trapped with your thoughts back then. Glad you’re keepin on keepin on.
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When I read something I really like, I often tell the author, “I was right there with you.” But, um, if you’re about to slip in between those sheets, My Beloved Sandra would not approve. But I REALLY LIKE this poem!
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ha ha, Ron. I’ll cut you some slack then. Thank you.
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You have some nice imagery here, Lisa.
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Thank you very much.
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Oh I want wiggle my toes under the warm soft bedding you describe. So good.
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And your toes would love you for it :)
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So warm and comforting. I love this line: I, winter butterfly, weave evening’s cocoon.
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So glad you love it, Grace, thank you.
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Winter butterfly weaving a cocoon of satin sheets is just one of the wonderfully sensual images you create here of closeness and life and desire warding off the cold. Beautifully done, Lisa!
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Dora, thank you :)
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kaykuala
blankets, under a satin comforter
gleams warm under October’s moon.
The warmness can never be duplicated in other circumstances for the ‘partnership’ sustains for a third of the day. Wonderful write Jade!
Hank
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Hank so well said, thank you.
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Your words leave me looking for a fleece blanket to add!
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Nothing warmer! The comforter seals that delicious warmth in.
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Laughing here. Heat-seeking wisps indeed. And great choice of photo – a torch, a blanket and a frozen landscape.
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Thank you and glad to have made you laugh.
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Delicate and lovely verses
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Sadje, thank you. Glad you enjoyed them.
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You’re welcome
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Your bed cocoon sounds like a really cozy spot! Well done!
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Thank you, Dwight, it is!
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There is nothing like a good bed!
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I like this one Lisa your bedding layers sound snugglelicious
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a charming snuggle poem under this blanket
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Perfect for an autumn night. (K)
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I especially love the last stanza, lisa..but also love the image of Jack Frost as an invasive lover, attempting to disturb your coziness.
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Something very familiar, something comforting that i feel in this.
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“bare ankles and slipper-froze tater-tot toes”
Love that line and the cozy feeling throughout this poem.
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So glad, Sara, thank you.
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How I love the warm cocoon of your words!
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<3 happy you are warmed by them
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