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Envy



I wonder if the crow, scorned, envies
his raven brothers
for their long talons and
water-black feathers. Not the color
of a bruised plum,
spoiling
but the slipping darkness of night, cutting waves
through the air, beckoning death
and laughing





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where did this come from?

make me angry

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  • Amaranthine Lover silver member
    July 30

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    I agree with your author's note, where did this come from? I really like it, it just really messes with your mind and stuff.

  • transit
    June 16

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    wow

    The imagery here was stunning and it does make you think and want to read it again. Envy is something which many of us experience and the poem was crafted beautifully without giving out too much.

    "beckoning death
    and laughing"

    These lines made me feel a chill.

    transit~


  • mtpoet
    June 16
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    I am envious of your words here...


  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    June 16

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    I like it. More please. I like the dark imagery within this piece. Keep writing. This was good.

    With
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    Love
    Wayne Leon
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