“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” – Leonard Cohen
The Worst Poetry Ever, I Do Admit
I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.
The Raven
While I welcomed the morning cheerily
While I drank my coffee dearly
While I sat upon my balcony pondering
Over my daily list, wondering
There came a cawing, cawing
Tis’ a bird, I muttered smiling
Only this and nothing more
And it is August, I said and more
And it’s sunny on the desert floor
Now who is cawing outside my window
I know for certain it’s not Lenore
Because it is black and feathery
This it is and nothing more
I went for my camera
To capture an image for ever more
But alas I failed, as I was told
This device cannot record.
Would this bird too soon fly away?
Before I could retrieve the disk
From my computer inside the door
Only this and nothing more
Quickly I ran inside
And retrieved the tiny disk
That would make the camera work.
Black feathers still perched upon the roof
Waiting and cawing, cawing
Tis a raven, I said.
And nothing more.
Bean’s Pat: Travels and Trifles http://tinyurl.com/lsm93un Love the quote, and the trees
I love the title you chose for this 😉 The Raven is hard to compete with, but it sure is fun to borrow from and play with!
Thanks Julie
I enjoyed your poem, Pat. And your Raven. 🙂
Hmmm… my comments seems to have disappeared.
Never mind. There it is. Sorry about that.
While I won’t comment on the poetry, I must say I love the Cohen quote and will share it. Thanks much.
PS-Very graphic imagery in the poem.
It’s Poe-try for sure, Pat!
You make me laugh. And I do so love laughing.
Happy to oblige, ma’am.
This cracked me up! Well done, Pat.