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They have been asleep for centuries.

The black owl tends their graves.

There's only the rain to quench the thirst

of sleeping, restless slaves.

No one even knows that they are there,

buried, in the black, shivering night.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

hello and whoa aleks,

 

awesome poem. enjoyed reading this, you are so good with the imagery you use. this is so natural for you in my opinion writing poetry. you are my second favorite poet. i hope all is well by the way.

 

I see what others go to in there spirits paths my friend. there iis some who would be called my enemies in this world.

 

 

with all of my heart mydear friend,

be well, and stay safe,

victor

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David W. Parsley

Hi Aleksandra,

 

This is creepy and spooky, with a serious edge. "Creepiness" requires an element of pity - this brings it. And the black owl lends a timber of timelessness like Keats' eremite.

 

BTW: I am not leaving Halloween to you and Eclipse. Watch for my werewolf poem.

 

- Dave

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Hi Aleksandra,

 

These opening lines are beautifully haunting:

They have been asleep for centuries.

The black owl tends their graves.

 

Such a sense of abandonment, you evoke here:

sleeping, restless slaves.

 

 

No one even knows that they are there,

 

There's a mournful sonority in o s - owl, No one, knows

 

 

Lovely to read your poem again.

 

 

Thank you.

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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An excellent short piece which is open to interpretation.The enigmatic and poetic quality of your lines prompts one to read it over and again. Benjamin

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hello and whoa aleks,

 

awesome poem. enjoyed reading this, you are so good with the imagery you use. this is so natural for you in my opinion writing poetry. you are my second favorite poet. i hope all is well by the way.

 

I see what others go to in there spirits paths my friend. there iis some who would be called my enemies in this world.

 

 

with all of my heart mydear friend,

be well, and stay safe,

victor

 

Hey, Victor. Who is yours first favorite poet? I thought it was me, lol :biggrin:. I am joking, do not worry. Anyway, yes, it seems most of my poems are coming naturally, and that's why many times I don't even feel as a poet - because nothing comes to me. :blink:

 

Thanks for reading.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Hi Aleks, This is very dark and powerful.

There's only the rain to quench the thirst

of sleeping, restless slaves.

Quite an image. Great writing.

 

~~Tink

 

Thanks, Tink. I love darkness :smile: It's the best for many things :o

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Hi Aleksandra,

 

This is creepy and spooky, with a serious edge. "Creepiness" requires an element of pity - this brings it. And the black owl lends a timber of timelessness like Keats' eremite.

 

BTW: I am not leaving Halloween to you and Eclipse. Watch for my werewolf poem.

 

- Dave

 

Hey, Dave. You are welcome for another werewolf poem. You might have posted till now, I will check it out :smile: If you haven't, know that I will be looking forward for it.

But anyway, this poem wasn't for Halloween :tongue:. It was supposed to be for lost lives...for unknown victims... Ok, that was enough from me :wink:.

 

Thank you for reading my poems.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Caught the spirit of the macabre rather neatly I thought Aleks. Well done. Frank

 

Hello and, thank you, Frank. I am glad to see you again. It has been a while... Thanks for your comment.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Hi Aleksandra,

 

These opening lines are beautifully haunting:

They have been asleep for centuries.

The black owl tends their graves.

 

Such a sense of abandonment, you evoke here:

sleeping, restless slaves.

 

 

No one even knows that they are there,

 

There's a mournful sonority in o s - owl, No one, knows

 

 

Lovely to read your poem again.

 

 

Thank you.

 

And, it's lovely to read your comment, again. Goldenlangur, thank you so much. And, as always in the past, you are reading my poems so good, almost like you wrote them :smile: .

 

I am happy to see all of you around. I missed you.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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An excellent short piece which is open to interpretation.The enigmatic and poetic quality of your lines prompts one to read it over and again. Benjamin

 

Ah, Benjamin. If you read this kind of poems, over and over again, then you will get the same mood as the writer :smile: Will you risk it?

 

Thanks, for your lovely words. I am glad you like it.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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The black owl tends their graves.

 

very gothic Aleks!

 

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You think so, badge? :). Thank you my friend.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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I agree with the others. I'll add that the poem is concise, compact. This is terrific.

 

Tony

 

Well, it wouldn't be without your help. Thank you, Tony, for everything.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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