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A silent return
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A silent return |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Night fell tiptoes on concrete resound in ears deaf to all else as he creeps stealthy in fuel to what will end in the blackness all have been here alone wishing silence a loud hoot call from the owl above a revelie to his return The back gate swings silent a well oiled squeak the key scratches on a rusted lock finding its nest three turns in click clunk welcome home the doors welcome going unanswered the boots fall silent clean washing deadens noise the stairs not even a creak the final door opens "a-hem" as he enters the lions den "Mother is the word for god on the hearts and lips of children everywhere" Brandon Lee THE CROW |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
it brings a smile to my face to see my kind friend walter in this place "hello darkness my old friend" so nice to have some time with you to spend.  very cryptic poem walter... dark imagery... a mysterious homecoming??... one returning to the past?? thank you for posting to my challege later-poe-gator jm |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
WOW!!!! I can't believe that no one has responded to this one. Very well written, great imagery and I love the little twist at the end. I can just see her standing there waiting for him to come home..."Lions den" is a very good choice of words for what he walks into. By the way, caught the little bit about the hoot owl....right on  |
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