eclipse Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 (edited) An owl in spring smuggles moonlight within the cowl of his flight, sits on my roof, replays his haunts from the night before. Dreams and I part, panels on the roof drink sunlight, the owl collects his cache of sunlight that will fire the flight of his dreaming incarnation. Will he dream of me in a future reverie? That night, I dream in silver and gold I have a skin of feathers the owl summons me but my wings will not unfold. _________________________ Edited May 8, 2011 by eclipse Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Very, very impressive, Eclipse. I can think of two world class poems about owls. One is called "Owl," and it's by Robert Mezey. The other is called "If the Owl Calls Again at Dusk," and it's by John Haines. I'd say yours is right up there with the best of them. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 15, 2011 Share Posted May 15, 2011 Hi Eclipse, Welcome to PMO. I enjoyed reading this piece. I found it fascinating. I loved the turn with will he dream of me It gave the poem a dimension beyond just another poem about nature. Well done. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted May 16, 2011 Share Posted May 16, 2011 Hello and welcome eclipse. Your unusual opening imagery, ”An owl in spring smuggles moonlight in the cowl of his flight” is memorable. “I dream in silver and gold” (moonlight and sunlight?) makes for an overall surreal effect which I enjoyed. Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted May 16, 2011 Share Posted May 16, 2011 Nicely done indeed... Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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