The conglomerate magpie swims beneath my tires.
I think she's crying
ugly yellow teardrops.
I write of her worries
I write of her woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'm sorry little magpie,
for your troubles
for your strain.
I'm sorry little magpie
for the things
that never change.
The pin-wheel-painted clover spins in the breeze.
I think he's crying
green, green four leaf dreams.
So I write of his worries
I write of his woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'm sorry little clover,
for your troubles
for your strain.
I'm so sorry little clover
for the things
that never change.
The baby spring-storm puddle reflects a gloomy sky.
But it's not crying...
I am.
And I'm writing of my worries
and I'm writing of my woes
and I'm sending them to Heaven
on a postcard made of pain.
But the angels never came,
only dewdrops
only rain.
And I'll be sorry when it's over,
when I've written of my worries
when I've written of my woes.
But will Heaven get this postcard
will the world forget these eyes
if a wilted rose is planted
will it ever kiss the skies?
Author notes
The "conglomerate magpie" I pictured is a multi-colored stones-and-gravel-embedded-in cement road with separated yellow road lines marking one side from the other. The clover is painted to a sharp-edged and wind-abused faded hue... it dreams of being something bright and beautiful and unbroken.
Written July 28th, 2006
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thoughts of clever !!!!!!!!
There are visuals of thought I've taken to heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
an intelligent write this one, it's been a while since i saw u i am known as either Assasinated/Black Feathers and now i am Murdered Princess...anyway, to me this is like a come-back from you because i haven't seen ur poems for a long time and this poem's like walking on red carpet, it's brilliant, it's energetic, it's mature and lovely!
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so cool
I'm jealouse. I admit. You can write pretty damn well, that's a really cool poem. -
And I'll be sorry when it's over,
When my skin has scarred my worries
when my skin has scarred my woes.
But when Heaven gets this postcard
and the world forgets these eyes
can a wilted rose be planted
under hollow, hollow skies?
so colorful , the imagery here was so lovely, great read
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wonderful
This is a wonderful poem, with wonderful flow and is just fine in length, I would not change it... unfortunately a sense of hurriedness follows some running through reads, instead of floating through them. Great Job, looking forward to seeing more from you. thanks for sharing this piece with us! -
Wow this was just beautiful!! I could totally see what you must have been seeing in your mind when you wrote this! Wow.. i can't even find any words to say. It just...touched me. Wow.. i really liked the "can a wilted rose be planted under hollow, hollow skies" lines as well. It just...brings it all together so nicely. Great job!
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Loved it. Honestly didn't quite get the first bit until I read your comment, but then it made total sense.
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can a wilted rose be planted
under hollow, hollow skies
i love the last two lines. what a great write! lovely imagery. thanks! -
dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is one of the, THE, best poems ever and i mean, like, EVER!!!!!!!! i love it, like, so incredibly much! that was such an awesome poem that i'm bookmarking it or wutever it's called! that was an really, REALLY AWESOME poem! awesome poem! it's awesome!!!!!!
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wow. this is a really long poem. im sorry but i kinda got bored. the beginning is good tho. i like that part. but i bet if you shorten it up, more poeple will WANT to read your poem and your work.
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This is so sad, i felt as if the postcard of pain was my own. you did a really wonderful job, i loved it. Duckie.
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I realise that I've already commented on this piece but since I clicked from the featured page I thought it would be polite if I did again. I read your piece (again
) and it's still just wonderful. And yay for aliteration!
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WOW!!!!! I love this one!!!! It seems to have hidden meaning it...pain underneathe all of it...a little too deep to comprehend unless you the writer, or the one experiencing it... It is definetly a WONDERFUL write..I think that I may have to have it in my own collection of poems that I keep by other people.. I love it
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Interesting. You have developed a fairly unique style, which is probably why you have a book.
It was simple in a very good way. There seemed to be no pretenses and I must say I really respect that since it seems most poets are trying to create superficial images with their work.
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This is a really good poem. Really powerful.
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Wow. i love this poem. its beautifully written!
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This is excellent. I truely enjoyed reading this poem. It was deep and indepth, and definately a thinkers poem. The imagary was amazing in this poem. I love it. Excellent write
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The "conglomerate magpie" I pictured is a multi-colored stones-and-gravel-embedded-in cement road with separated yellow road lines marking one side from the other. The clover is painted to a sharp-edged and wind-abused faded hue... it dreams of being something bright and beautiful and unbroken.
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YES
the only thing to say is "woah. amazing." because this poem has both depth and a great rythm around it. -
You definitely had a rhythm and nice set of sounds going on in your poem, there was alot symbolism and analogies. My only two questions are these as I am not a language expert; Is conglomerate used properly to describe the Magpie smooshed, if in fact it is a rounded mass? Also, why did you describe the clover as pinwheel colored and then come back and call it green, green?
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Oh wow... It flows wonderfully, rhymes well and the images are beautiful. Not to mention the idea that goes with it is a lovely one.
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BRAVO
I like this, great imagery, nice rhymes, good flow and form "can a wilted rose be planted
under hollow, hollow skies? " thanks for sharing
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this is the best poem I have ever read on this site. I'm not one to say things I don't mean so you can take me seriously when I say that you have talent. I wouldn't change a thing.
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Oh my, this certainly is sad, but your imagery is just beautiful! I have to agree with "lavender shadows", your rhyming is well done (not as easy as people make it out to be) and, though it adds another facet to the poem, it didn't completely dominate it. So well done
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OK, this may not be the happiest of writes for you... but it actually made me grin. (yeah, I'm a wacko... but beyond that ) The phrasings here are just totally you: your originality, your brilliance. And I actually didn't mind the rhyming either (kudos to you for sure)... and so you may have chosen the three darkest categories for this, you stretched my mouth into a smile. 
Fantastic job! 
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i like this poem. some of the imagery is really great like the pinwheel coloured clover etc. i don't like the "postcard made of pain" so much. it just doesn't sit well with me, i haven't figured why yet. but i like the start, the middle and the end. i don't think it looses momentum anywhere so a big well done <3
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this is really good.
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