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Thursday Poets Rally Week #36
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I tried to tell you how it was,
And why the day was grey,
The silence of the birds,
And why they ceased to pray.
The large coyote,
Pulled his tattered coat
a little tighter,
The song I sang,
No longer made the day
a little brighter.
The chill was deep,
The room so like a tomb,
There was no way to warm one's self,
Nor, to clear away the gloom.
Your voice was deep,
You held me tight,
The day was ending soon,
The night came early,
In deepest grays,
Subdued within that room.
The morning would come,
And all alone,
The silence would be broken,
By a tiny tear,
Rolled down the cheek,
To crash upon the floor.
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7 comments:
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I tried to tell you how it was,
And why the day was grey,
The silence of the birds,
And why they ceased to pray..
love your poem, wow, you posted within a hour, what a delight.
Happy last day of 2010.
Happy Rally.
Beautiful, Annell. I could feel that gloom--you did a good job of describing that feeling.
P.S. That photo of sunset in Taos is gorgeous.
This is one of your better poems, Annell. The tone is steady and clear and the images reflect the emotions. It keeps a steady balance,
Eliabeth
I love the last stanza:
The morning would come,
And all alone,
The silence would be broken,
By a tiny tear,
Rolled down the cheek,
To crash upon the floor.Beautiful!Happy new year!
a tear crashing! intense! happy new year!
wow! lovely! mine for this thursday- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/
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