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Lost as a feather,follow the pretty beads
8-1-2011 Lost as a feather,follow the pretty beads ,
Lost as the feather of a raven,I walk myself across the empty court yard,
Where I come across an occasional mound of fresh dirt not quiet marked,
They seem as lost as I am,I look for her decor,as I had done the week before,
Even then I wondered why a raven would circle on this hottest of days,shadowing through the leafless trees,
My tears subside-not like the sweat ,which rolls down my face onto the crackled ground,
I stand dividing the past and the future,shadows are cast when the raven passes ,giving off an instant of the truth ,
Why do I seek the call of the Raven,while searching for my friend,Who has left, joining the rest- dancing on cloud nine, I am as lost as the feather there on the ground near where I ‘m sure her body lays.
There are a few pretty beads left behind,as though she had left a trail to where she had gone.
. -Dedicated to Lynn Summers who passed away here lately 8-1-2011
Comment #1
Lynn Summers was an artist with beads and showed her art every chance she had,Her work was beautiful.Her personality would light up the room.This poem was written about a real situation and will be reading it at the Poetry Reading, February the 19 th, at The Depot at 2.00PM.The Depot is the old Train Station in Norman ,Oklahoma .Even though The reading is to endorse a book of Poetry compiled by members of The Creative Workshop at the Thunderbird Clubhouse,I will be reading poems that have had the most views from here.Thank you all for helping me choose poems which I will read .