'Round Here

A few friends sat

 around a table

one asked 

"If

 some of us disappeared who would you choose to stay with?"

I answered...

pointing  'round

 the table

 at the people

that were 

still there.

but I know

the Scarecrow

is still there

too...

Somewhere

close by...

are the birds of a feather.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh if we have to choose which friends to be with, some over others...no thanks, don't want to be in that position...
I would rather have my bones picked by the crows...
Birds of a feather really do stick together, don't they?
especially for Hitchcock.

I love how you formatted this poem in the figure of the scarecrow...
oh, those arms reaching...reaching...reaching out...
to guard? to stop?
to represent Jesus on the cross? Wondering if his death will really help the sinners come around...
great poem, Corset...
so many angles and angels to this.
j.

[Corset]

i'll pick your bones ol' boy lol, just kidding. That was totally by accident, the scarecrow ..wow, sure, sure I meant to do that , no really! :D Thank you

[Corset]

I fixed it to not appear to have breasts (wicked grin)

[Ruth]

Amazing poetry as always Corset, this one makes the reader really think, so many situations this conversation could arise from also of late in the world we are struggling within and of course we answer those we have close by but also we know there are the skeletons in the closet we wanna hang on to sometimes and faith, however fragile it may be or whatever variety it may be :) Love this :)

[Corset]

Thank you for stopping in Ruth and for your wonderful comments.