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THE SCARECROW

Submitted by Leonard on Fri, 2014-08-08 22:51

The animals and the birds
do just fine
the trees
either sway in the breeze
or
stay as still as ghosts

At the core of my being
lies a sepulcher
that traps
rays of the sun
and holds them
prisoner
in its dark evil heart

The sweet
inner dynamism
trundles to a halt
and is sucked into
the heart of
obscuration

A deviated, decadent
route
is mapped through
death which parades
as life

Everything feels
like death
smells like death
and tastes like
death

A dense, heavy cloud
settles over me
becoming my shroud

My epitaph
is my life
my death -
my liberation

Editing stage:

Editing - rough draft

Comments

Esker

Tue, 2014-08-12 05:23

the scarecrow sounds rejuvenated

but at the end line needs to get away for a bit

like a lot of professions
big pay..no holidays.
on call all the time
its like death
never there for fam..
but a scarecrow
has its visitors
sees what it needs
the birds and wildlife
come around

love your use of words
"the sweet inner dynamism..etc"
i greatly admire this!

as poets we may see each
other on the trail
liberating our watfchful existance
through words!

thenk you!

Leonard

Wed, 2014-08-13 01:32