Monday, 7 March 2016

Some Poems in Progress



Crows have always intrigued me as they seem so smart yet are not very liked.

UNTITLED #1:

What sorrow has the crow
as he's shooed from his perch
What can he say about all the winters
he has scrounged and hid



This I wrote this after listening to an old time Western radio program.

UNTITLED #2:

The Hangman's call looms over a town
as the sand kicks high to the sun.
Men work through the stinging rays
to erect the gallows
where other men
burn with judgement
and swing for their sins

k (My Novelesque Life)

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