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Open Poetry #39

Haversacks and Other Baggage

Grinch
Member Elite

since 2005-12-31

Posts 2929
Whoville

0 posted 2006-11-19 05:03 PM

The day comes with queuing birds
Bragging of worms and a lack of hawks.
Wing to wing in a pecking line
On the pricking wire
That separates the wildflower from the wheat;
The culled herd from the crop;
The walker from the things he sees.

Man seeks the silence and the trees;
With green fingers claim his peace
I see the talon and the needed grief;
The blood and life that stutters on a blade
Of grassy death, half-hidden in a life.

They ramble empty swathes
On paths hung heavy with the stench of men.
Watched by menageries in mocking sight
As if to gloat on senses lost; on withered
husks of Adam in a rainproof skin.

Leave me with the chestnut and the leveret;
The cackle of the hooded crow.
To see the pecking lines of men
From bird-side of the pricking wire.

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

1 posted 2006-11-19 08:08 PM

..."Leave me with the chestnut and the leveret;
The cackle of the hooded crow.
To see the pecking lines of men
From bird-side of the pricking wire."
Strong write.
Especially enjoyed your closing verse...really good summary.
TD

TomMark
Member Elite

since 2007-07-27

Posts 2133
LA,CA

2 posted 2008-01-08 01:37 PM

It indeed has a very powerful voice here.
a wonderful one. one of my favorite.
TM

[This message has been edited by TomMark (01-08-2008 02:15 PM).]

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