A little caterpillar comes out from hiding in the grass
she walks the grass
she sees the greens
standing softly before her
the friendly flowers that are part of her home
when she isn’t hiding
and she walks with little tiny tender feet
moving softly and slowly in this world
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not happy enough with it but I’d post it anyway apparently others are better than writing than me . Can’t do it very well anymore
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Good write D.
Thanks ))
It is cute and a fun read it speaks to the child in me making me feel younger. Nicely written
Thankyou ) to be honest I was kind of feeling a bit like a child when I was writing it .. although i know im not one . Appreciate the kind words thanks
You are welcome be that child for it is out of the eyes of a child that poetry comes.
Thanks for those kind words. I was sitting in a cafe when I was writing this .. and I was feeling dissociated small and a bit nervous .. I thought to try writing a poem to try distracting a little from how I was feeling
You did well
That’s really sweet.
I like how calm it feels. The way you describe her walking softly and slowly… it has a peaceful feeling to it. It’s simple, but sometimes simple is what makes something beautiful.
It doesn’t need to be dramatic to be good.
I think the caterpillar feels a little like someone just trying to move gently through the world.
Thankyou 🙂 nice of you to say . Yeah , well I was writing it in cafe Nero whilst I felt dissociated and weird . But thanks I’m glad you like it then
This a lovely tender write, has the sense of someone who usually hides away, popping out to enjoy a little of the beauty of nature. Nicely written, pleasure to read
Thankyou ))) glad you enjoyed my poem about the caterpillar
You are very welcome
Caring Dove, this is gentle in a way that feels sincere… not forced, not overworked. The softness of the caterpillar moving through her world carries a quiet innocence. Please don’t measure this against anyone else. There is something tender here that is fully yours. Keep writing, my friend. I love your poetry and your presence. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thankyou for the lovely comment . Yeah I was writing this in a coffee shop , I felt a bit dissociated and nervous and I just thought to try writing to distract myself a little bit .
Glad you liked my poem thanks
I understand and that makes this poem even more powerful to me to know that. I have often done the same thing, so I deeply relate. You are most welcome.
beautiful imagery... I think you write very well
Thankyou very much ) sometimes I’m unsure of myself and think I could write better .. thanks
Such a tender and nice poem. Liked it.
Thanks ) glad you liked it
you are always welcome
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