Pretty much. Enigmatic, nonetheless, the way you've thrown your dice-words against the bumper of the page. Some things, to speak in the odd construction of where I live, need burned.
the dark bird turns spark to stone...sorry have not been here in a bit...the whole April writing everyday took time away from reading...thank goodness it is over...bkm
o dark angel, what soporific may we obtain for thee. Beautiful. We all nest the burn barrel, yes? xxxj
ReplyDeletePretty much. Enigmatic, nonetheless, the way you've thrown your dice-words against the bumper of the page. Some things, to speak in the odd construction of where I live, need burned.
ReplyDeleterise pheonix, burn us all.
ReplyDeleteShay-- would you check out second poem I posted for today and tell me what you think-- will stop back later..xxxj
ReplyDeleteAwesome as usual. You rock and all that. Sorry, too sick to offer a decent comment. I did love it though.
ReplyDeletethe dark bird turns spark to stone...sorry have not been here in a bit...the whole April writing everyday took time away from reading...thank goodness it is over...bkm
ReplyDeletePerhaps, not the wisest place to nest.
ReplyDeleteWow. Zapped us with your power in a few potent lines.
ReplyDeleteYa know, even though it was short it took me a few reads to really pull everything out of it. Well done!
ReplyDeleteVery eerie!
ReplyDeleteI had to look up 'charnel' ... then I re-read and got chills
ReplyDeleteThis gave me shivers. Don't want that Dark Bird roosting near my house!
ReplyDeletefor the song to be silenced is painful to face and yet in all the ashes might there still be something..
ReplyDeleteMoonie