Monday, June 6, 2011

Blackbird

In the midst of a
black and white land
of burnt skeletons of homes
a raven sits
on a blackened tree limb
looking down
at the ground
at a mass of black feathers
beneath puffy white clouds
in an azure sky
and in the stillness
of that moment
my soul echoes
the blackbird's 
silent cry

3 comments:

  1. The imagery you invoke in this poem is so stirring and makes me sad too that all those homes are gone I want to cry to at the destruction.
    Come check out my poem on LM Stull's blog today http://lmstull.com/2011/06/06
    Thanks Henry this was beautiful

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  2. Oh, I like this poem - very emotional and beautifully written!

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  3. A beautiful poem...I can feel the ache...great writing. Di

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