Tuesday, June 6, 2017

My Finished poem about Moss

Moss

I love to grow on the hard wooden trees,
Growing upwards pleases me.
The colour never comes out of me
Lush evergreen I like to be,
Though small as an acorn
I am a painting that must be seen  
A comfy cushion I like to be
maybe all the moisture will swallow me
Slurp
absorbing water through my rhizoids
means I produce many seeds,
I will be here eternally

for all to see

2 comments:

  1. Hi Caity
    Love how you use all those descriptive words. I can see how you changed your work from the beginning then M.I.B it.
    Great writing
    From Jess

    ReplyDelete

Thanks for your positive, thought and helpful comment on my work.