Raven was getting older
around the eyes
and at the wing tips
but the hunger remained the same
every day when the Sun came
and when the Sun left
across the sky of Youth and Old
at night the bird thought of days
he thought of his thoughts
wondered about truth, what possible truth
truth under your wings
in the thickness of the air
in what is before you
in what has been lost
Raven was hungry yes
for meal and truth
perhaps also for yesterday
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ReplyDeleteA raven, eating scraps from the table of time...
ReplyDeleteThanks for a great idea!
I really love this one
ReplyDeleteeach feather of this raven a truth
each fly of this raven a world
each cry of this raven a thought
falling from the sky of yesterday,
but never for naught
time hungry for more
life to be cherished
time hungry for more
love to be offered
in the arms of the spinning circle
till tomorrow becomes
true, once more.
//in the arms of the spinning circle till tomorrow becomes true, once more.//
ReplyDeleteReally loved this poem and especially those lines.
I am going to be away from home for the next 6-7 weeks, but hope that I'll be able to visit your page sometimes during then. If not, travel well friend.
Hugs. LoisH
The hunger for truth, what meal can ever satisfy it?
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem of the raven, and of the sun leaving for new lands where youth lives. Every morning, I suppose, is your youth for the day. We wake younger than we'll be at days end. And some days add more to your age than others do. Magical days, those are the ones I love, magical days make you feel younger at the end than you did in the beginning. You have had those magical days. May you have many more...
xoxo