My Raven is my lantern from grief
he sits with me
he doesn't drink tea
even though I always offer a cup
he stares, he stairs so deeply into my eyes
he is able to somehow hypnotize me
I can hear his voice
some may find this aghast
others, just weird
and some? completely oblivious to his power
but me? I find him completely profound
he heals me, in the moments
I’m consumed by my overwhelming loss
sometimes he has grand news
that may or may not change me
other times he just comes to sit
observing my soul
if I'd never lost something precious
I don't suppose we would have ever met?
but here he is larger than life
and his aura?
not of dark, but light.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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In this world of yin and yang blackness becomes light and ignorance become knowledge. Finding something comes from loosing something. A lovely write Teddy
Thank you so much my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Most welcome my friend
That moment of offering him tea struck me, Teddy…intimate and strangely comforting. Poe may have given us a raven of shadow, unique to him, but yours shines differently…light-bearing, much like the way my own “raven” speaks uniquely in my work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Poe blessed us, didn’t he? He left us with, as the Demon Hunter song goes, more than bones. And so do we, fellow poet, leave more than bones behind to light the way for others. Beautiful work! 💜
I wondered if someone would notice that line, I got a bit of my British self in there, thank you so much dear Tristan your words truly do make me feel proud to be here. 🌹
You are most welcome, dearest friend. I am proud to be on here with poets such as yourself, so the feeling is quite mutual. 🌹
Your raven is wise and perceptive, and knows the part of you that is receptive to his ministrations. Lucky you to have such a guardian of light! Beautifully versed dear Teddy,
Thank you dearest Bella, lovely to see you. 💜
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