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The Coincidence
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The Coincidence |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Rewrite: The Coincidence Not the bane, nor the lame, Nor the curse of its main, Stayed the residue, Its claim on these two. Not the shame of hide, Nor fetid phantom stride, Stayed the curse or blame. Of this coup of the lame. This day and this sight, Lay a light to this plight, Put a crack in the door, By the cry of a caw. A gale of caws, a din, From a maw of chagrin, Sounded an ode, from winged black, As down it rode, Miriahs back. It stood one leg, one alone, The other a piece of bone. And I shrank in awe, At this odd abhor. Strident caws fell from its beak, Like a sound from hell each shriek. And madness leaped from within its soul And I screamed right back in mad console. And so we cried and shrieked one will, And we did not stop until, He swooped to ground, one pace, Leered my legless and my face. We stared each other a bit insane, The look of each seemed eased the pain. And then I laughed in a soft simpatico. And wondered how this could happen to a crow. It was an incident of man and bird That holds a treasure of absurd. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Nicely echoes the sounds of crows and the madness.... enjoyed the word play and more importantly to me the sound play... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Odd, the thoughts that cross our minds.... quote: but you put them down SO well... I never go a day, without reading yours.... Never.... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat Hair, Glad you enjoyed the echoes and sounds. Sunshine, You are a pillar of my passions bridge. *L* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Strident caws fell from its beak, Like a sound from hell each shriek. And madness leaped from within its soul And I screamed right back in mad console. And so we cried and shrieked one will, And we did not stop until, He swooped to ground, one pace, Leered my legless and my face. We stared each other a bit insane, The look of each seemed eased the pain. And then I laughed in a soft simpatico. And wondered how this could happen to a crow. It was an incident of man and bird That holds a treasure of absurd. =================================== AHHHH my gifted POE-et man.... how you sate me in rhyme divine and cadence cool.... this is so very very cool...in imagery and conception... "simpatico" .... now theres a word that comes to mind when in thought of you  *winkiewinkie*  me she said I dont know why you ever would lie to me |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
enjoyed your rhyme scheme very much, Seymour "This rose has seen red, I have been blue |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
as always a poem to reread, enjoy and read again...*s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, True I like Poe. It's an early poem but one I always liked. Love Sy Irish, Thank you Kathleen. Nakd, And thank you sweet. *L* |
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