Kurt Ravidas Poet Rhyme

The Scarecrow

I have seen something and the something saw
a me, a scarecrow, stuffed with straw
in half with claims to more. The something’s not
into onlookers. A well done, a taut,
a plausible, I thought I looked alive
but the insightful something said: «A chive
can’t kill the stink of death». So ever since
I have been thinking what the something means
and what it meant… 
                             Don’t see some things up close
if your vocation is to scare crows.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Robert Lindley April 20, 2019 at 3:33 PM Midnight shadows beat scarecrows anytime in the fright department. As they climb walls, groan out evil moans, hisses and dire curses. Imagination is the bread of poetic creations , especially in the dark department of which we fallen humans are so adapt at.. Great poem .. A fav, too Kurt Ravidas April 20, 2019 at 3:38 PM Great comment, Robert. Thank you)