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Scrap of what III

by Madeline Lamb

I feel the sum of my life
contained in my eyes,
and know:
God was never here!
I was crowned with crows
that stormed a guitar-stung sky.
And if indeed everything is a monster,
take my corvid eyes
and throw them into pitch-
pitch them hard!

I wonder what else is out there.

06/26/2010

Author's Note: prevailing thoughts.

Posted on 06/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Madeline Lamb

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/27/10 at 12:34 AM

there's a world of things we don't know - as close as the back yard, perhaps, and as far as space can stretch. If we don't find what else is out there, surely it will find us.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/27/10 at 03:41 PM

This creates the most amazing cerebral imagery...crows have a special place in my personal history...but as Paul says, there is a world -many worlds within worlds -out there, waiting to be recognized, explored, immersed in...just fly away to find them as you will.

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