From towering gables to lofty pines
congregated murders capture our collapse,
cawing a cacophony.
Black lustered feathers blink blue
between barren deciduous branches.
They watch us.
And they wait.
Brenda Warren 2020
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
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The poem is so you, Brenda. The imagery is strong and the tone is ominous.
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Thank you, Irene. Things feel ominous right now.
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Wow! That’s so good and yes, relatable.
Love,
Pammy
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Great work once again, my friend. Powerful and so relative.
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Whew! You aren’t messing around. It hits hard Brenda, and it works overtime…I’m at http://soulsmusic.worpress.com
Elizabeth
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