The Din

things to remember things to forget that's what she couldn't get out of her head smashing her skull attempting to cull the murder of hecklers their million black feathers slicing her soul to shreds

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Jeff Connelly

Date: 12/12/2019 7:43:00 PM

Another mind blowing poem Maureen. May i guess that this too is about your accident? People standing around your broken body turned to crows would make quite a din.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 12/12/2019 9:00:00 PM

No, not at the time anyway; now I know it is related to the accident, and how ;), xomo

Pat Adams

Date: 10/9/2017 10:36:00 PM

Dark but deep. Terrifying to think ghosts in the closet may slip out like smoke through a keyhole to wreck what was so hard to rebuild. Youth will try anything once only later to realize some things just can't be unseen or undone....sorry I never write a book like this but I find your poetry to be very inspiring........xoPat

James Horn

Date: 2/5/2017 9:42:00 PM

We ere not sure where to begin; Searched for iniquity in a din; Where there was much sin; Looked night until next dawn; Arrived at din and sin was gone. If we were to begin at din, Maybe there it would have been, But Patriots rallied on a roll; Ended up winning Super Bowl. Jim Ho Ho Horn