John Lawless Poet Free verse

Three Am

Three AM

She sits,
feathered robe
silent in the wind.

Unblinking eyes,
colder than the
iced terrain,
peer into
pained whiteness.

Gripping tightly
slender hope.


For Kelly Deschler
Night Owl contest
8/5/2014

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Andrea Dietrich August 5, 2014 at 2:50 PM this one is SO interesting because I imagined a person and then the bird once I saw it was for the contest, or it could be person who is a night owl, like me!! I really like this one. John Lawless August 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM Ah, Andrea, the mystery of metaphor. Thanks for checking in.