Recant

Jaxxie

 

When the crow sings it’s crooked song,

I reply with a heart of a cactus,

Singing back with sullen eyes,

Clear as the open sky before us,

The mockingjay cackles with irony,

Slowly retreating to its prison of words,

The crow calls again, similar to before,

But this time, a black rose holds my tongue,

I’m foolish in the face of the past;

An eye of deceit in the lock of a door,

Surely, I wasn’t to do this again.

  • Author: J.D (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2022 22:38
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    thank you for choosing to share, dear Poet
    (the first two lines
    make a complete Poem
    just on their own)
    'When crow's, sing
    their crooked, song

    I reply, with

    a heart of a cactus..'

    • Jaxxie

      You're right! Thanks for this interesting discovery.



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