Innocent.

To the former child that was me.

Behind a silver door does speak,

An owl of burning ember beaks,

A soft touch feather touches they sight,

Does fly up home alone at night,

The howling wolf you hear his call,

Blood soaked teeth he does fall,

Evil eyes he stops and stares,

Growling first to be oh so fair,

Beast of sky, beast of mount,

Whirl thy wind on every count,

Cracking house on rock tops,

Empty sirens that never stop,

Boneless body that slides and flops,

Hear the innocent heart go pop.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the day of being young. I remember reading the Jack London books. Dreaming of the wildness and freedom. (I was raised in the city of Detroit.) I like the poem. With my 15 years in the Army. It gave me the opportunity to be in the woods and learn to respect the animals. Last line is a old man dream.
"Hear the innocent heart go pop."
A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tomislav Petricevic]

The expressions and imagery they create are simply amazing!

[BS Johnson]

A little hard to follow at first, because I didn't understand the first couple lines at all. Once I kept reading, though, it got clearer. Very nice.

[hmm]

Wow simply amazing,
Love this.

[SuicidePact.]

.wow..

[Popble]

I'm not usually too big on poetry, but I really like this one! Definitely sets up everything nearly visually, and tells a story. You know, maybe I've just run into too many crappy poems.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

I loved the images you've created but didn't didnt really understand the poem...
Is it about a child whose innocent mind was corrupted by some hypocritical evil doer?

[Marie]

This is a frightening poem ..."Hear the innocent heart go pop."

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem great job nice write thanks for sharing this with me

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Ah, the nature of the beast! I love your writing so much, Thomas :) You keep sending me anything you think I should see.

[T. Michele Smock]

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