Raven in the ashen sky
Stripped of colors
Doesn’t need to look jazzy
Doesn’t even try
He looks gloomy
But nobody questions why
Everybody knew his torment
But nobody saw him cry..
He keep soaring,
Ascending into the sky
Guess this is his mantra
He loves living high
Unlike the worldly creatures
He is not afraid to die
Love him or hate him
He succeeds to draw your gaze
To the ashen sky…
Copyright © 2017 stoneronarollercoaster – All rights reserved
In response to Becky’s Square Sky Challenge which runs through the month of December.
Great poetry to accompany a great photo ☺ love ravens. Such interesting birds.
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Thank you Becky. this all happened because of your challenge 😆
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Great poem, but sad. Yet, the poem did its job.
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thats the beauty of poetry. you feel something you give it word.
then people tell you what they felt reading it.
I just wrote it 🙂
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
thanks for making me look for it 🙂
you introduced me to a gem
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Really loved it..
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thanks hun 🙂
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Fabulous silhouette
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Thank you 🙂
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awesome ❤ loved this. xoxox
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thanks hun xoxo 🙂
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Greetings of a scorpion from another scorpion.
Nevermore
just a little bit more
quite
and scrawling
of the senses
or a Raven
to come
before the final
rain
gracefully
till the end
did Annabel Lee
stay till the end
there’s no portent here
destiny
or a sign
self-made
it’s till the end
Art
truth
without seeing
but the Raven
looked sorrowfully
croaked something
and jumped into my eyes
“Nevermore”
(out of Heaven)
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its beautiful 🙂thanks
and nice to meet you.
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