tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post4087679372308142101..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: NevermoreLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-17298803791549113762008-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:002008-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:00Under the guise of darkness, his ever watchful eye...Under the guise of darkness, his ever watchful eye caught that which no others did. He watched them come and go, from the wee hours of the night and well into the dawn. Their stealthy endeavors did not escape his detection. He observed their animated grins of anticipation upon their arrival. As they departed spent, satisfied and invigorated, their illuminated countenances foreshadowed their return.Cindy Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02147365342014925484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-80969374799207341122008-11-20T20:05:00.000-08:002008-11-20T20:05:00.000-08:00SimonHe followed me wherever I went.He watched as ...Simon<BR/><BR/>He followed me wherever I went.<BR/>He watched as I walked past his house.<BR/>He didn’t like anyone who came by on his street. Especially me.<BR/><BR/>He waited.<BR/><BR/>I was cold.<BR/>I was small.<BR/>I was eight years old.<BR/>I dreaded that this was the only path I knew.<BR/><BR/>I was alone.<BR/><BR/>Snow crunched under my boots. <BR/>Trees stood in somber testament.<BR/>I made my careful approach.<BR/><BR/>(Almost home.)<BR/>Just one more corner.<BR/>(Almost home.)<BR/>I could see his house.<BR/>(Almost home.)<BR/>I couldn’t see him. <BR/>(Almost home.)<BR/>I knew he was there.<BR/>(Almost home.)<BR/>Don’t look up, I thought.<BR/><BR/>Then<BR/>he attacked.<BR/><BR/>He came out of nowhere. Suddenly.<BR/>He hovered over me. Ominously.<BR/>He shrieked. <BR/>I screamed.<BR/>He swooped down on me.<BR/>He grabbed at my hat.<BR/>He wouldn’t let go.<BR/><BR/>I covered my eyes but<BR/>His darkness enveloped me.<BR/>I covered my ears but<BR/>His voice sent shivers down my spine.<BR/>His eyes were tiny dots of dark.<BR/>Unfeeling.<BR/>Unblinking.<BR/>He poked me.<BR/>He pummeled me.<BR/>He would not let me go.<BR/><BR/>Rescued<BR/>By the one<BR/>Who heard my cries.<BR/>Mother-angel scaring<BR/>Simon<BR/>The crow <BR/>Away<BR/>From alighting on my head<BR/>Pecking at the green and gold yarn ball<BR/>On the top of my hat.<BR/>Shaken.<BR/>Crying.<BR/>Timid.<BR/><BR/>Simon will bother me no more.<BR/><BR/>Erin Prais-Hintz<BR/>http://treasures-found.blogspot.com<BR/><BR/>P.S. I was a bit apprehensive to write this poem and it took me way longer than 5 minutes! This is a true story…I was attacked by a crow named Simon who was harbored as a wild-pet at some neighbors around the corner. He would dive-bomb anyone who walked past each day, and this particular snowy day in February I was all alone down the only street that I was allowed to walk home from school. To this day, the sight of a crow or the piercing caw will send a shiver down my spine! Needless to say, I have never watched The Birds!TesoriTrovatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12771359288546654791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-26078239988883993632008-11-20T15:28:00.000-08:002008-11-20T15:28:00.000-08:00big black bird when i first saw youyou were very b...big black bird <BR/>when i first saw you<BR/>you were very big <BR/>i fed you crunbs <BR/>from my cookie <BR/>i was delighted to see you <BR/><BR/>i next saw you picking at something on the asphalt<BR/>i wondered what it was <BR/>you minded the cars <BR/>as they drove by <BR/>jumping away<BR/>waiting <BR/>and coming back <BR/>as each one passed<BR/><BR/>then i saw you in the big field <BR/>where stones grow <BR/>with names carved into them <BR/>some standing straight <BR/>some askew <BR/>i was crying that day <BR/>and you cocked your head <BR/>inquistively <BR/>then you raised your great black wings <BR/>and flapped noiselessly <BR/>away <BR/><BR/>today <BR/>you have come <BR/>again <BR/>to me <BR/>it seems to be the day <BR/>you are a beautiful bird... <BR/>noiselessly <BR/>you landed <BR/>in my garden <BR/>i didnt see you until i looked up <BR/>your head cocked to the side <BR/>inquisitively <BR/> <BR/>its no matter <BR/>at alljustsomethoughts...https://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-45153350162148890632008-11-19T17:33:00.000-08:002008-11-19T17:33:00.000-08:00Hello--I'm new here!My attempt at this prompt:Crow...Hello--I'm new here!<BR/>My attempt at this prompt:<BR/><BR/><BR/>Crow<BR/><BR/>he appears as one<BR/>then two<BR/>calling<BR/>shifting<BR/><BR/>he becomes she flying faster<BR/>than I drive roosting<BR/>on rooftops preening<BR/>showing fine feathers<BR/>strutting and two<BR/>becomes three<BR/><BR/>calling<BR/>shifting<BR/><BR/>he catches my eye<BR/>cawing and<BR/>words become colors<BR/>I could hear if I see<BR/>my life will change<BR/><BR/>calling<BR/>shifting<BR/><BR/><BR/>I could see<BR/>if I listen<BR/><BR/><BR/>http://therer2doors-thespacebetweenwords.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-12353191287620328942008-11-19T11:54:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:54:00.000-08:00Something big is happeningI can feel it in the sky...Something big is happening<BR/>I can feel it in the sky<BR/><BR/>Something’s about to change<BR/>I’m really not sure why<BR/><BR/>Something good is happening<BR/>I can feel it when I flyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02893659961133812619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-48703033635517451672008-11-19T07:23:00.000-08:002008-11-19T07:23:00.000-08:00He was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes...He was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes ... a dark silhouette against a beautiful, bright, blue sky. He was a black crow, a symbol of doom to some, sitting in the shadows of our home.<BR/><BR/>It was going to be a bad day ... I just knew it.<BR/><BR/>I lay there for a moment and stared at his ugliness ... the shape of his beak, the curve of his horrid little head, and the threatening up-lift of his wings. <BR/><BR/>An impending sense of dread came over me as I crawled out of bed, went to the window and yelled, "SCAT" and slapped my hand against the window.<BR/><BR/>The dark figure raised his wings, took a gentle hop, and lifted himself into the brilliant sky above. My eyes widened as he flew up into the the brightness of mornings light, for it was at that moment I realized that he wasn't a crow at all, but a lovely snowy white dove, now vanishing into the safety of nearby trees.<BR/><BR/>... my day was only starting ...Lynn ...https://www.blogger.com/profile/07382971041901122845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-2158680760346188312008-11-19T06:59:00.000-08:002008-11-19T06:59:00.000-08:00hello =D ur modification still works... i understa...hello =D ur modification still works... i understand my dear. thanks still for taking part.<BR/><BR/>God Bless.meili_lohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06414816321350278221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-27468969370965503102008-11-19T05:22:00.000-08:002008-11-19T05:22:00.000-08:00"Halleluiah! Our God will provide!"From The Messa..."Halleluiah! Our God will provide!"<BR/><BR/><BR/>From The Message (Luke 12:24):<BR/>He continued this subject with his disciples. "Don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the RAVENS, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God. AND YOU COUNT FAR MORE.<BR/><BR/>"Amen"Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.com