Songbird Still March 13, 2007
Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, health, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.trackback
On winter’s eve I carved a lark
From ancient grain
Woven and dark
I carefully emptied its wings
As my mind filled
With strange cold things
On winter’s eve my eyes shut tight
I left low limbs
And fell to flight
I starved my legs, my arms, and core
Inside my body
My organs tore
On winter’s eve the leaves dropped dead
Frail and fleeting
Drifting to bed.
I stared at shock, bathed in dull pain
Still and meek,
The Lark remained.
© 2007 Argonaut
It hurts just to read this … I feel this pain I couldn’t explain. Beautiful.
“I starved my legs, my arms, and core
Inside my body
My organs tore
On winter’s eve the leaves dropped dead
Frail and fleeting
Drifting to bed.”
Ah, that feeling is too familiar :)
Beautifully written! My favorite is the way you ended it.
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Wonderful poem, Jason. I’ll visit again.
Nice way to depict winter themes