I definitely prefer the crows. I can hear/smell/feel-with them. The
carrion/death-flesh associations, the fatty wrapper=body, it all works for
me.
Terri )O(
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Subject: Re: New: I Wait Terri
the shadows on the wall
to lengthen into dawn
as crows squabble over greasy paper
from the waiting in hope of childhood and youth this poem gets emptier and
more despairing - the above reminds me of the women squabbling over
Scrooge's still-warm sheets - a terrible progression.
well done
Terri )O(
Terri, I am now likely going to end in
the shadows on the wall
to lengthen into dawn
like bars in a prison made of tempered air
the last shoe to drop
the last dog to die
but after a kind comment like yours, I am no long sure.
Thanks much.
Gary
the confused
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