Maligned Raven
The raven, like a peacock
strutting ,
his gleaming feathers
and wings displayed
in hopes of
finally being noticed.
Not just a bird of horror and destruction.
He has never feasted on the eyes of the dead.
His onyx eyes glitter but not with malice.
Never that.
He preens and hops, hoping
against hope that the she-crow will see
and be impressed.
She too, has never rapped on a chamber door.
His wings quiver,
and he woos her with his
dark grace and macabre style.
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I Am Here (revised)
Darkness is
all around
but I will soon know light.
Pressure.
Paaaaiiin.
Slowly I move downward.
I stop and
I wait but
cannot cry out.
I am left in silent limbo
unable go back.
My path is set so
once again the pressure comes.
I feel myself slip, just a little!
Then again.
Immobile once more I wait
impatiently to know the unknown.
I hear voices familiar to me
yet I don’t know their faces.
Again, I am pushed
rudely.
Slowly.
But I progress!
At last I feel an easing; my head has crowned
and the world is slowly revealing itself
to me!
I am blinded yet again
as the light
sears my opening eyes.
Fluids rush to pass me,
demanding freedom!
Unfamiliar hands pull at me,
tugging,
ripping me from my world.
My chest burns with my first breath and
I scream with the pain
and fear of newness.
Warm arms comfort me
And I know I am Here.
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October
October...
and cool blazing leaves caress me
as they drift to the drying grass to retire.
The breeze tickles and teases me
Not as much relief as it once was.
The sun’s brutal rays have been tamed and now
yearn to be noticed and felt,
aching to blister my face.
Its light won’t last as long; the moon now reigns supreme.
No more do the blossoms bloom,
no more do the fireflies
dance with their beacons brightly lit.
Summer has ceded its throne and
Fall has begun its slow ascent.
But that too will not last.
Winter will soon howl on the heels
of Autumn and change will once again ravish the landscape.
Bitter winds will growl and bite with icy fangs.
White will dominate where green once thrived.
Death surrounds
with only a vague memory of warmth
And life.
But life goes forth
And reclaims what is hers.
Spring sprouts to once again flourish
And fill the world with the colors of hope.