I am raven; I am dove.
Fly to and fro
in search of Earth.
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World moves; dead sway.
Pale-skinned, wide-eyed
'neath weight of gray
Water.
Soup broth makes dead fish,
dead men, dead hen,
dead chicks one dish.
Wish
For one green leaf.
Grief across thief
without belief.
Tree
Dead. Rock alive.
Olive branch -
I see, I dive.
Have I totally missed the point if I'm trying to figure out what part of man goes into a soup with all the other bits? :D
ReplyDeleteNoah.... the ark..... she's a PK's kid.... that's scary....... I love this Lois.... very cool.
ReplyDeleteYep. It's religious, you heathen Rach Hah. I love the economy of words to carry such weighty metaphors.
ReplyDeleteI know.... I was like, huh? See Rach's mind is still working on the feet post.... so was thinking feet... (now I'm confabulating, can you tell?)
ReplyDeleteSpooky, recent news stories suggest pieces, but let's not think about it - no, no, no...
ReplyDeleteLori, I'm not a PK, but I am a little bit scary... Heehee!
Cyn, thank you! At first, I was writing with my normal voice, but then I was thinking about the way birds move when they're not flying - so jerky, like they just go from one pose to another pose without moving through the space between, so that's how I tried to write it.
I like it, Lois!
ReplyDeleteI love how it gently connects itself. Especially the way Wish joins the third and fourth stanzas.
ReplyDeleteOooooooooooooooh. A bible thing. Who wouldda thought?
ReplyDeleteAnd there's the real PK... ;D
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