Scarecrow

"Scarecrow"
Worldliness in those who traverse poets’ re-edited edited re-edited thoughts; semicolan, pause their notes; Mark a line crossed black on a Poet’s cross caught still breeze blowing through tightly tied forgotten Love Knots See there, an entire field of a thousand or more Scarecrows nodding fixed to one spot Witnessing all through footprints left in another's foreign terrain frozen cold black footprints somehow become pure white in the bitter cold, all invisible, now, in the unmarked snow - like ghosts unseen and coddled for a while, then like the unrelenting changing waves in an Ocean transpose to their sullen lake tides they walk on water across your eyes' mind seen visible real Read RED for just a brief moment - just a swift little while; A field of Scarecrows nodding fixed to one spot Then eventually seen there, a different plot - Not to be left waiting like a battered Scarecrow Love uncovered discovered for the first time in a strange place Where through passionate thoughts a Che Guevara wind blows eradicates and dissolves footprints from a burning past and closes the floodgate to passive acceptance of Chaos Words like Black Crows slip their shiny sharp beaks through the slip notes of horse-haired solitary jackets and then to chew course ropes cawing, lifting and transporting the trapped and now free none The Story rebounds Novocaine Grey to a shining unburnished northern type Light Dead and dulled the unsure freedom frightened Confederate Ghosts remain hanging in a field like Scarecrows waiting to be reignited by some kind of unknown Love released by words that fly like Black Crows This then, is the story behind the True Scarecrow Only the soul of a Child that remains in a Scarecrow knows for they are holding the Snowglobe The Blind in a random field turn, lonely, sensating all, all Nodding heads packed in straw instinctively, they know (LadyLabyrinth/2019) gvlm
"Mother is the name for God in the hearts and lips of little children." (William Makepeace Thackeray)
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Labyrinth Avatar
November 2, 2022 at 5:21 PM
"A Thousand Thieves" / Trixie Whitely.
Labyrinth Avatar
November 2, 2022 at 5:22 PM
https://youtu.be/VU64H2GG8Vs
Gauthier Avatar
December 9, 2019 at 7:58 AM
Vivid imagery. Love your form and presentation, Lady. Congrats on your POTD.
Labyrinth Avatar
December 14, 2019 at 2:54 AM
Thank you Line. x
Krutsinger Avatar
December 5, 2019 at 5:37 AM
This is so deserving of POTD. So glad! "Dead and dulled the unsure freedom frightened Confederate Ghosts remain hanging in a field like Scarecrows waiting to be reignited by some kind of unknown Love" Congratulations Lady Labyrinth!
Labyrinth Avatar
December 6, 2019 at 3:33 PM
Too kind. I don't write for POTD anymore, I just write because I have to...it's a kind of madness. ;) x Thank you Mme Krutsinger.
Marcum Wong Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 8:02 PM
Belated congratulations on POTD Lady! Happy holidays! xxoo
Labyrinth Avatar
December 4, 2019 at 3:04 AM
Thank you Connie. x
Neumann Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 5:26 AM
Congratulations on poem of the day. You wrote an epic and I like it. Kind wishes, Kai
Labyrinth Avatar
December 4, 2019 at 3:04 AM
Thank you Kai. Every poem I write, I swear is my last....
La France Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:12 PM
Congratulations on POTD!
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:58 PM
Thank you Dear Heart.
Proxenos Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 1:19 PM
An Excellent write - congratulations on POTD Leanne. Hugs. JP.
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:59 PM
Thank you Jennifer.
Sands Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 11:02 AM
Congratulations for POTD :)
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:59 PM
Thank you Heidi.
Messina Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:53 AM
Now that you so brilliantly managed to pluck some of the straw out from my brain...I can say but one thing...Congratulations my dear on POTD Terrific and outstanding write Leann
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 4:01 PM
Messina, it is purely my take and my fantastical outlook on it all. Whatever the reader interprets from the poem, is from their own thoughts / consideration. Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving. x
Michael Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 8:14 AM
Congratulations Leanne on POTD...It's all a memory edit anyway...outstanding write...
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:17 AM
true, dimension edit really, until one get's it right and the lesson is closed. thank you Arturo.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 7:32 AM
Congratulations on POTD Leanne! Have a lovely day :) xomo
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:18 AM
thanks mo. xo.
Poetry Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 7:28 AM
Nice to see this showcased. Many can learn from the article below about killing or not killing your darlings xx
Poetry Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 11:00 AM
For sure
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:20 AM
you need to take some dance lessons. polish up on your tango.
Poetry Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 7:29 AM
https://overland.org.au/2012/07/dont-kill-your-darlings/
Capitano Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 4:18 AM
Deep and thoughtful write, LL, the poet's dream can be a nightmare, the process includes murdering those thoughts that won't fit on the paper. Congrats on POTD.
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:22 AM
Thank you Phil. I waiver between killing my darlings and letting them live. x
Warrior Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:58 AM
Congrats!! LL on POTD!!...your fantastical writes are making waves...enjoy the honors my friend...^WW^ :o)
Warrior Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 6:46 PM
LOL...I was referring to Tom Cunningham...he usually beats everyone to congratulate on potd...sorry LL and other Tommy(SoS)...next time I'll use -Tommy C...by the way I wonder where he is?...love to all...SoS-how many fricken names have you used? lol...^WW^ :o)...and the blog too lol
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:26 AM
Thank you Light Angel. They are so not fantastical, more like whimsical come revolutionary.
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:25 AM
I think the Light Angel here is referring to your most recent blog or the fact that I shall be struck down by lightening before you fully castigate me on my religious visions of womanhood.
Warrior Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 3:59 AM
...Tommy you got beat lol
Lindley Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 9:53 AM
My friend, I love this dark and Poe'esq creation. Fear is an intuitive tool. Writing about 'tis as well methinks. I was taught by my father to face fear head on and fight as if your life depends on the results-- which surprisingly sometimes it does. Great poetry that speaks to this old poet's soul. A fav, a gem too...
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:28 AM
Thank you Robert, you are far too kind as usual; compared to your body of work, mine is a minuscule talent. xx
Poetry Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 7:16 AM
Listening isn’t a search and destroy mission or a way of practising our literary topiary skills
Labyrinth Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 10:31 AM
She ponders this intelligencia for the hoi polloi with raised eyebrows...
Labyrinth Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 3:58 AM
The colour RED, to me, is a significant symbol of "LIFE", the colour of blood. It is a vibrant colour, that can also become a 'dead' colour, meaning "STOP" "do not proceed"....I choose "LIFE" and moving forward. This poem is about Killing or Not Killing Your Darlings. It also has a high infusion of the Feminist perspective on Life in all it's guises. I am not writing for a general audience, rather from my own id...I am certain most writers and poets, do not write for the "general audience". But this is purely my interpretation and not the Reader's.
Poetry Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 7:21 AM
Thanks, that's a great article L x
Parker Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 6:29 PM
Crows do not know what a scarecrow is, a shape dancing in the wind, a stationary form where shadows change, a comfortable illusion to those who made it, many create their own scarecrows not to ward off crows rather to frightened those they themselves are frightened of, who am I to judge such things as I walk through the shadows of scarecrows, nothing more than observer of birds as I dress in straw to get a better view...my first thought Dear Poet
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 9:52 PM
On the whole, poets and writers are a self-indulgent lot, including my good self. Through the creative process they look inwardly, sometimes narcissistically then spew their thoughts out onto a page in a cathartic process. It may come out as pristine romance, smelling of roses, or on the other hand it could be seen as murdering your darlings...or not murdering your darlings.
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 9:51 PM
A thoroughly well-written article (below link), with a substantial amount of intelligence and truth injected into the writer's thoughts. My interest really peaked at this point, "It’s as if writers secretly hate each other, or maintain themselves with dreams of fascist grandiosity. After all a novel can function as a kind of personal fiefdom where its creator has omnipotent control, and hatches, matches and despatches exactly as he or she wills. The novelist as Vladimir Putin: discuss. When writers get together they often form hierarchies, set up gatekeepers and, not unusually, establish journals or competitions as a way of settling their differences. Or festivals. Which makes them sound remarkably like Kenneth Grahame’s Rat." To understand the 'rat' bit, you have to indulge in the whole article. x
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 9:36 PM
https://overland.org.au/2012/07/dont-kill-your-darlings/
Poetry Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 4:06 AM
This is such a great piece L, I'm digging on the metaphor of the scarecrow...why do we stay..T xx
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 12:17 PM
https://youtu.be/pqpZTkzcFlc
Poetry Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 12:07 PM
Purrfect
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 12:03 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/what_a_lark_967772
Poetry Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM
https://youtu.be/g1IcESEY22E
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 11:51 AM
Some milk for The Cat, regards The Lark. https://youtu.be/y14Kp1DitpE
Labyrinth Avatar
November 26, 2019 at 4:17 AM
Comfort, fear, perhaps the majority of scarecrows know nothing else. At some point, the soul of the child within the scarecrow, is resurrected by words that fly like black crows, whether seen or heard, but definitely felt and there will follow some form of release, resurrection or transformation; and more than likely not what is anticipated. x
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