Owl

Oh bird of the night
Has thou been my visit ant,
A nightly messenger
Of some future woe,
Or are thou a vision
Of my deepest fears and fancies,
Cold, prickly feelings
Of my innermost ice kept flesh?
If thou shalt speak of thy grief,
I shall gladly be turned to hear.
For I , a close sailor to life's sorrowful ship
Know many a tale.
Some my heart did also bear.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2014-09-24 at 01:47

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I truly enjoy reading this poem with its eerie message.
What wonderful phrases throughout. The feelings brought to life with each consecutive line. My favorite:
"Cold, prickly feelings
Of my innermost ice kept flesh?"

~Ashe
2014-09-24