Poem 20160324

Posted on March 24, 2016March 24, 2016 by crow

the woods still sigh, the owls still weep
in the darkness, dark shadows creep
and thoughts of you still fill my head
the fallen trees run black with mold
the silent leaves no longer gold
a sweet, low song fills me with dread
i left you here cold in the ground
with shuttered eyes, you made no sound
yet there you stand, though you are dead

——

Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #23: Nove otto

Happy Early Halloween!

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12 thoughts on “Poem 20160324”

Agua y Reiki March 24, 20168:36 pm

Hi!! Thanks 😉
1. Crow March 24, 20168:37 pm
  
  You’re welcome. Wish I could understand Spanish better. I’ll learn.
Jane Dougherty March 25, 201612:06 am

Brilliant! That’s my kind of dark and uncomfortable poem.
1. Crow March 25, 20166:28 am
  
  I’m glad you liked it. 😀
  1. Jane Dougherty March 25, 20167:38 am
    
    Very much 🙂
hbhatnagar March 25, 20165:37 am

Dark and stark. Loved it.
1. Crow March 25, 20166:27 am
  
  Thanks!
Poet Rummager March 25, 20169:56 am

You conjured the darkness perfectly. I absolutely was enthralled and loved every word. Superb! xo
1. Crow March 25, 20169:57 am
  
  Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
Poetry challenge Nove Otto: the entries – Jane Dougherty Writes March 29, 20161:27 am

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merrildsmith March 29, 20162:31 am

Dark and creepy–and beautifully done!
1. Crow March 29, 20165:03 am
  
  Thank you!

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