a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, November 2, 2015

Buzzard Bait...

It was a long night
of barked shins
stick men
and lost dreams
filled with things
you need to forget

19 comments:

Sandra said...

our buzzards went away during the summer, they just came back this week, so did the crows..

Delores said...

That conjured up visions.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Makes me think of a line of battle-weary men, trudging along for days, and some not making it.

Victoria said...

Stark and good.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Excellent write :)

Mary said...

Those things that a person needs to forget stand out in this poem!

Merlin said...

I passed a farmer's field not far off from yesterday, and there sat a murder of crows munching on the corn field that was left. I wonder what kinds of problems this brings? Farmers always seem to hate buzzards.

Sketching with Dogs said...

Very gothic!
Lynne x

Betsy Adams said...

As the person above said, this is VERY gothic..... We don't see buzzards here --but we always see them when we go to Mt. Nebo, Arkansas... I got some good pictures of some one year when we were there....

Hugs,
Betsy

Gillena Cox said...

nicely clearly stated, the moving on process

have a good week

much love...

A Quiet Corner said...

The struggle never ends....:)JP

Lee said...

Things we need to forget, but have difficulty in doing so...and in some instances, that's not such a bad thing.

LindaG said...

That was good. :)

Jae Rose said...

A sublime demonstration of less being much, much more!

Lynne said...

Hmmmmmm . . .

Karen S. said...

Oh I know that feeling!

Nataša Dolenc said...

very interesting thought.

humbird said...

Ah, it's maybe hard sometimes to decide if humans have to intervene in the nature...

Susan said...

Good, good, and then some. You are terse but drag up images despite the benison of forgetfulness.

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