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irondawn — Woven In
Published: 2005-03-10 03:45:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 146; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 6
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'Tis only two crows:the raucous sob from inert branches
of stripped roots, gasping
to a cloud.
The expanse of once blue
drenched in a blunt shale
A whisper through the waft
Rebounds at the torpor of humanity.
Tempered souls seek twisted sights!
The distinct flail: an ant encumbered
by magnetic silk of the web
seduces one's eye with dynamic force.
But still...
`Tis merely two crows,
their lizard crouch dappling bare arms
And my feet, no footprints to pierce
my path,
C arry me to the next gross gyration of the pattern.
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Comments: 2
Beautiful. I honestly do not read that much poetry, and I know even less about rythm and all the poetic devices, but I can say as a regular woman I enjoyed this very much. It makes me think of the coming winter, and how it seems like the death of a year. Very nice work...I don't know what else to say; I'm speechless.
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Wow, I'm glad it comveys winter. Here in WI, it was as I was walking to a class in the DEAD of winter - where the snow had lost it's freshness and the world is grey. I've always felt that this part of winter causes people to crave the intense - just to make them feel alive again.
Thanks for the comment!
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