~The Illustrious Forger of Dreams, Max Ernst (1959)
almost as if
haunted by spectres of the night
but unafraid.
they watch,
yet cannot touch
neither to harm
nor console
the ghost within
that drifts,
drifts
drifts
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
In the light and warmth of the sun, they soar, they play, they search for food. Food to sustain them, food for the young and feeble ones learning to fly, food for the aged and weaken ones that can't fly too. From the time of Creation, they strive. Together, together, they strive.
It absolutely doesn't suck! and I say so so anyone who thinks otherwise will have to get through me! GRRRRR
*gimmegimmegimmegimme*
GRR
Actually, it really touched me. Maybe because, no, especially because you didn't name 'they', and then left the crow link at the bottom. And you put the struggle in context...not alone, neither the first nor only time.
Fun right? :D that's why I love poems/rhymes/non-rhyming phrases that are meaningful
~The Illustrious Forger of Dreams, Max Ernst (1959)
3 comments:
In the light and warmth of the sun,
they soar, they play, they search for food.
Food to sustain them,
food for the young and feeble ones learning to fly,
food for the aged and weaken ones that can't fly too.
From the time of Creation,
they strive.
Together,
together, they strive.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crow
OPk, my poem sucks. but hey, it's my first. This is actually quite fun. Are you ijtp girls all like that? =P
It absolutely doesn't suck! and I say so so anyone who thinks otherwise will have to get through me! GRRRRR
*gimmegimmegimmegimme*
GRR
Actually, it really touched me. Maybe because, no, especially because you didn't name 'they', and then left the crow link at the bottom.
And you put the struggle in context...not alone, neither the first nor only time.
Fun right? :D that's why I love poems/rhymes/non-rhyming phrases that are meaningful
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