writing desk ravens

writing desk ravens

A Poem by Laura Lynn

Someone is out there in the distance,
Cribs and cradles, soup and ladles,
Riverside company, a slow morning,
Is this enough?  Have I learnt my lesson?
Valentines is three months away.
Broken promises, traitorous love without
Our righteous brothers, or sisters feeling
Reason a bear, the hibernating winter
Does freeze, our skin tightens, bells jingling
Before Christmas, leading up to like
A drumroll please...places are set. Dangerous
Need sucks at marrow like a wild beast.
Call the bellhop, he is not young anymore
Bespoken for and the reality of who he is
All we wanted to be and more, we are only
Lonely, and each of us only one, with our
Children and mothers and fathers,...and pets!
On balconies, as though we were hanging from
November we have been thankful for it, and
Grow weary of false advertising, and old clothes
Brought to one country for a fortune of old faces
Are our forefathers happy in heaven with pilgrims
Reason in writing desks, scribbled notes, like cursive,
Newborns in barns, writing like birth our breath....

© 2016 Laura Lynn

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Added on November 28, 2016
Last Updated on November 28, 2016


Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA

I like writing. I don't know what else to say. This has been a great website to share works in progress, some which I have abandoned some which I loose to myself and enjoy writing most of all. It'.. more..

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