His recital, Poe's The Raven
Acquired his name the Maven.
Deep in Orthello's grieving voice
He mellowed words of Ravens choice.
Puffing his feathers in his cage,
Like an actor upon a stage
Raised his voice in moody booster
Loud as any mornings rooster.
A boisterous mimic and first rate.
Announcing upon the Ravens fate
To be or not, this mocking bird
Played the Raven and would be heard.
And he would set his beak a tapping
Gently on his cage a rapping
Muttering the Ravens store
To hear his words forever more.
Me thinks your muse has gone to the birds LOL
Well, well...just look at this gem of pen....
your muse comes back and gives you POEtry.
What a very clever, well conceived, crafted and very cool poem Sy-babes.
The word play and theme are done to poetic perfection and wrapped up in your gift of rhyme divine.
The only thing wrong with this poem is the fact that it had to end
he said ... "dont cry" ...
said "it only hurts forever ... and all we have is time."