poem – Page 79 – Words and Feathers

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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March 23, 2016 crow

the fighter wraps his wrists
each tight wind of cloth
a means to focus his rage
down into the hammers
of his hands
he channels the acid
fermenting in his gut
back up into his mouth
where it turns into venom
swirling around the razors
that are his teeth
and his eyes are flames
heat without smoke
so hot that there
will never be ashes

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March 22, 2016 crow2 Comments

watching for hours
slowly, slowly without wings
the orange moon flies

——

Haiku Horizons
Haiku Horizons prompt “fly”

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March 21, 2016March 21, 2016 crow2 Comments

extruded from my own life
like a play doh snake
i await my new skin
with trepidation

will it be scales this time
or flames
or just ashes

transformation is
always like childbirth
only you’re forcing yourself
out of your own birth canal
–if you have one–
and you’re never really sure
what’s coming
until it’s out

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March 20, 2016March 20, 2016 crow2 Comments

i want to touch you
with my hands
and then
i want you to touch me

a simple exchange of heat
between two lovers
enough heat
so that we have to
throw off the sheets