moss spreads
like a skin disease
invading homes
in monsoons
watching it
gives me an itch
I know
it needs
to be scrubbed,
cleaned quick
before
it settles
on mindsets
blocking
originality
before voices
originate from
a distant past
jaded opinions
recycled with a twist
I know it
is a living being
but certain thoughts
replicate, multiply
refuse to change
become such a burden,
such a burden…
on the mind
that wants
to grow, move
die and live
at its own pace
Moss
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the personification and the revelation of analogy were done eloquently. so good. we indeed have mosses in our minds, sometimes.
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Thank you so much!
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A living thing that has no boundary or regard, sinister beauty.
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Sinister beauty is an evocative term. Thank you!
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You are very welcome Reena, a creative read.
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Very nice “twist” into metaphor. I liked the repetition of ‘such a burden’ where you make the words themselves become weigh heavy on our minds. Very evocative poem both in thought and image. Thanks
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Thank you, Christine!
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Moss has a way of creeping… and I can easily imagine them as a presence that spreads through our lives.
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Mindsets get infected with invisible thoughts, just like cancerous cells spread through the body.
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Something to think about! In Oregon where my daughter lives, moss tends to grow on rooftops and trees in winter because it rains so much. I find it somewhat unsettling. Good write.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Reena, Like your comparison of moss to rigid minded individuals. It works.
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Thank you, Rob! They always try to dominate the world.
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I too have always found moss fascinating. Delicate and sturdy at the same time. Beautiful metaphor.
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I like how you describe it. Delicate and sturdy!
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north side
of sun
is the only
one way
not to get lost
no matter whaat the cost!
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Beautiful metaphor for obsessive thoughts.
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Thank you so much!
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I’ve always been fond of mosses, Reena – they are like alien planets, miniature worlds. Your poem has got me thinking about the ways in which thoughts and ideas spread like moss.
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Gossip too 🙂 Thanks, Kim!
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