Blanket

May 10, 2012
By TheWritingArtist PLATINUM, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
TheWritingArtist PLATINUM, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Soft and quiet
It’s obedient,
staying in its place alongside my chair
It drapes its smooth, fabric arms over my shoulders.
It huffs a sigh as it conforms to my body
my warming body.
Its fabric intertwines like a weaved corn maze
twisting
turning
crossing
silencing.
It breathes with passion,
warming my body.
It calms me when I’m feeling my worst
and comforts me when I’m feeling my best.
My blanket loves me
revitalizes me
opens up to me
understands me.


The author's comments:
I was lying in bed one night thinking about what poem to write for our school writing post test coming up. It had to use personification, so I was searching for objects that could be easily personified. A blanket seemed perfect. This poem ended up just coming to me, and I really like it. I enjoyed writing it, too.

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Megan said...
on Mar. 1 2015 at 4:24 am
Nice! I really really like it. Is it copy right?


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