prey

prey

 

By the window of the funeral and florescent flower

See, the face of her.

The hunger does blend with grief.

She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff.

At the outside a spread of night….

The funeral and florescent flower

Those with sad glory and glorious glaze.

       White glaze,

 That exudes into the winter of a night.

Wakes a nocturnal bird

Which spreads its wings to a flight.

The claw is still seeking its first prey.

Its first prey still evading

Evading mind and her haunting memory

Reviews

[deepoet]

The loss of a loved one....never evades out hearts and souls. Beautiful piece.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Definitely an elusive write. Death seems to be what you speak of but still it could be longing or the mystical nature of looking for that other one. Well done. Nice abstract work. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Rain]

I love writings that make my mind search. Is it death he write off, or something more mystical and synical..Great write. Rain..

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Oh, something somewhat normal out of you! I like it! And, I like the abnormal stuff as well! I think that I might like that better; but, I like this a lot as well.

Good timing!

And, you were right. It was the thing to do to stand my ground and defend myself. I think that WC will get a break from oppression. Down with oppression!

Great work!

-Gabe

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

Beautiful! Awesome Write! :)

[Michael V]

You set a very surreal setting for your delivery I love the mood. For me the hnger and grief are not so much feelings as they are enviroments, its a unique mood, i Like it!