Kurt Ravidas Poet Rhyme

The Raven

"Scary raven, do not hover
In the sky above my head".
               Russian folk song

The raven is raving. I have no use
of prophets like you. Non-being lingers.
My life, so infertile, so sandy, so loose,
continues to slip through my fingers.

The crook, you foretold me an ultimate null:
no eagernesses, no eagers,
though death, so frustrating, so banal, so dull
continues to slip through my fingers.

"The time", said the raven. "Behold how it will
be over according to figures",
though time, so phantasmal, so false, so unreal
continues to slip through my fingers.

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Robert Lindley April 29, 2019 at 10:49 AM "As the Raven cross into the dark pits* Its shrieking calls, alarms even down there* Those in torment went into heaving fits* far worse its image to dying souls scare* With trepidation some turned to Poe* Begging, master far away make it go.* Poe only smiled, saying, come my pet* I have far, far sweeter work for you yet.*" My friend, yet again your fine poem hit a hiding chord. Kurt Ravidas April 29, 2019 at 11:56 AM Brilliant words, Robert. Thank you very much.

David Mchattie April 21, 2019 at 9:40 AM Nicely done, Very creative. Have a good day. Kurt Ravidas April 21, 2019 at 10:02 AM Thank you, David. Glad to see you in a here)