The Raven Black Ravens
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THIS POEM IS ABSTRACT AND WILL NOT BE EVERYBODY'S CUP OF TEA. IT IS A CHANGE OF PACE FOR ME. IF YOU STUDY THE PHOTOGRAPH THE WHOLE POEM IS DERIVED FROM IT.
it was ill thought,
my idea spoken
that sat in the trees
that branched out
unlit.
i tried to keep it quiet,
when the finger on your lip
screamed out to me to shush
but the lit bodies in your multi toned hair
never warned the raven black ravens,
not to tell.
the ones that took flight against a wallpapered sky
into a fully rounded moon.
they squawked it to the clouds
who warned the wind,
that blew it to the mountains
and they echoed it across the land.
that's when the silence broke.
but your other hand took the words away
and
still
motionless
they wonder what it was they knew.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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