my fallen owl

Cherry

By JupiterMoon

Sun, 28 Jul 2013
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my fallen owl

thrown to the gutter,
in a spluttered
thunderstorm of progress,
my owl lies cold in an open grave.
an ill fitting shroud,
patched together from sodden litter.

silenced now,
each whispered omen gone.

the twilight talent of augury
torn from the dawn, forever.

the seeing portends blinded,
glassy eyes knocked back,
into unfathomable dark.

the feathering of freedom,
dulled on shattered wings,

the dreams i held as wishes
scattered as a future blown.

my owl now dead in the darkness.
all sense of spirit,
flown.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi JupiterMoon, you've managed to capture the essence of your feelings so well in this poem. The sadness and grief are very well put. Jenny.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on
Quite a shocking sadness, here. Stunning imagery. Love every line JupiterMoon.But 'glassy eyes knocked back..dark' is an emotional killer.

 

Submitted by Syphon on
I have to agree with the above comments, a fantastic poem, Cheers S :)

Submitted by UndercoverJulietta on
The imagery is hauntingly sad. A very well written poem. I like how it rhymes in someways, it's subtle.