blue days
run on
a rush of crows
gaining speed
in fury
over a downhill slope
brings news
in time
to reverse strange dreams
turning thoughts
behind doors
over to forgetting
death is a failed chime
leaves
the night wind
tracing marks on
the stars
text pressed
in a jacket of fog
crumpled on the sea shore
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem was crafted from individual words found in a TweetSpeak Poetry post titled "Top 10 Poetic Tweets".
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3 comments:
Love the surrealism of the final stanza.
Your creativity in finding sources of poem-words is delightful. I'm trying to think where you might go next to sleuth out poems: my weekly church bulletins? a month's comments on your blog? the appointments on your 2014 calendar?!
I love Peggyle's ideas! And as she said - your creativity is boundless!
Many hugs my beautiful, poetic friend.
I thought you might find this poem inspiring. It touched my heart deeply and made me think of your poetic style.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247344#.VKLO-DDPf3A.facebook
Louise, thank you. I have a copy of Claudia Rankine's 'Citizen', which I will be reading soon.
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