Scarecrow
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"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)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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