Open Poetry #48 |
Reposted for m'witch |
wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I started this Thinking I might have something to say And maybe I do But once again Realize I don't quite know how Or how, to my liking I find the inutterable Impossible to couch in terms, poetic And the idea Of an undiluted, straight from the bottle, blurt Too strong And too sour So, I'll retire to watch the ravens, gleaming Immaculate in their mourning suits Gleaning the field of both corpse and corn Resembling, not so much a murder of crows As a jostling, bowing body of morticians The swans are watching as well But sidelong, and not attentive They are reflecting, still and quiet Mute, in their lamentation |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love ravens and think they might pass these poems on to that witch friend of yours. I didn't know Karen as well as many, but I loved her poetry and intellect. Loved her posts in the Alley too. As I said earlier, my heart hurts. Alison |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Ravens...yes. A fitting tribute, Wranx. Thank You. Ida |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I know how much you miss her as I have always read between the lines~~ M |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
She knows you are thinking of her, my friend. Thank you for this reminder of all that she will always continue to be. |
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