Voice of the Raven

Memory breeds in me strange loneliness. ~ William Herbert Carruth

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Of what I was before

Now I am not one to boast

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Travelling up the green coast

Tap-tapping on death’s door

I think I’m dead and a ghost

Of what I was before

(12/2010)

 

I found myself at a loss for words

On that brisk December morn

Something was wrong with my vocal chords

I found myself at a loss for words

They must have been cut with a sharp sword

That soothing voice I will mourn

I found myself at a loss for words

On that brisk December morn

(12-6-2010)

 

~ to be swallowed whole by this monstrosity ~

Butterfly at my window

Look not upon me with sadness

For I am still cocooned

(2010)

tiny crow feathers

lying on a barren path

bring color to dust

(11-30-2010)

so I caught a train to Aberdeen

to see a rock show in the snow

it’s the best show i had ever seen

so I caught a train to Aberdeen

I watched the snow fall through the screen

thinking fondly of E.A. Poe

so I caught a train to Aberdeen

to see a rock show in the snow

(12-2-2010)

a silent heart

hears only the things

it’s life whispers

as it passes through

its clear blue veins

(2010)

i have no face she says

this wicked embrace it ties

my hopes and dreams they lie

in wait for me to claim them

(2010)