Thought
Like a crow feather dropped
Surreptitiously
On cement
To be found
To be found
Fur caught on barbed wire
Evidence
I was here. I came here
But found it frightening
And flew off
Caw and paw
Striking night tracks
Off into a starless sky
That stirs with shadow
Darker than night itself
I think best when soul stirs
Its scummy brew with clawed hands
Stippling the keyboard
To keep my enemy thoughts
At bay
Found found
Like a dim spark
In half-closed eyes
Of distinct dissection
Of slumber’s sad sobriety
Shifting, like nightbird’s call
On dark arms of pine
At midnight,
After finding flung starlight
Seeping through clouds
Author notes
Yes, yes, I know BLACK is not a color but the absence of it.... but,, unlesss you have known black, you can not know colors so well.
In a list
A contest entry
- Choose A Color and Paint a Poem... by poet2angels.
775 points, ended December 9, 2007, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Artistically fine.
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ty, Michael...topaint a picture with words, symbols, soul...ah, that is the crux of it.
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You have painted black as more than a color but a mood and state of mind...This is excellent poetry and made me feel the darkness within a black night....The imagery so intense!
Lynda
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ty....and man, can black be intense indeed.
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Hey, this is really good...and Black IS a colour, oh yes!
I really like
"Shifting, like night bird’s call
On dark arms of pine"
Tasty, good job!
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ty for your comment....
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