And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis
by Martine Morillon-Carreau
And the black scythe
with its beak of ibis
I live in
a scream in the memory
No
It was yet
even so
in the ears
A bent broken hoot
so so long to the moon or death
howling
And
like learning
this one
Stop
I say
to myself
But then
Stop
it’s coming
yes
going out
whistling
piercing out
of chest
heart
and farther
bottom of ages
a hole in the belly the guts
all
this found
crossed out screwed up throw away
I
– this read must not paper
and then us
betraying hating love –
haunt
live in a scream
nothing else but
presently
letting filter letting escape
braid with black the white flight
wings to glint
a light toward a peak
and smooth
up to the sky
blue ripples on water
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Song of the Women by Rudyard Kipling
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 06 – part 05 by Torquato Tasso
- Юрий Коринец – Листопад
- Feroke
- The Cosmic Eggs
- Meeting at an Airport by Taha Muhammad Ali
- Карина, моей души ты яркий свет
- Past One O’Clock … by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- The Deserted Garden
- AN INSPIRATIONAL VILLANELLE: by Manish Thakur
- The workers by Sunil Sharma
- the_christening.html
- Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer:
- Ольга Берггольц – Надежда
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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