The Taking

01/17/15

There was a blackbird

That was a leaf.

I dared not approach,

As a part of me is a thief

Of all that is good;

Anything but Midas -

A shadow on a horse

Dark as the ages.

Oh, that I had no want,

That I had no need,

That I had no body,

That I couldn't bleed.

That I had no voice

With which to offend,

That I were only power

And could magically mend.

But 'tis not the way,

This day or the morrow,

As I struggle with the key

There for the taking,

But not the borrow.

Author's Note

Artwork: "Reader" by Hartwig HKD

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

So powerfully rich and deep... flowing like a shadowed music of the soul. Each line seems threaded in ancient colors, and the message only made me wish to read it again... and again.

[Melobldnfr]

Mr. Froman, this means a great deal coming from you. Thanks so much.

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This is so deep and thought-full...sad and yet beautiful! Awesome writing...awesome!

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you Lynn for your feedback on my work here.

[Adam Adams]

"That I had no body... That I couldn't bleed... " Deep poetic words. So touching. Heartfelt & mesmerizing. You art's full of love that gives a new direction to blow along. Enjoyed reading it.

[Melobldnfr]

It is with a gracious heart with which I thank you for reading and reviewing.

[Misery]

I love the natural flutter of this quiet confession and the fearless declaration as it concludes.
A wonderful piece of expression to share, dear poet. Thank you.

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you M. for your words regarding this piece. Much appreciated.

[Misery]

You are surely welcome.