- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Bird skulls
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Skulls of birds haunt my dreams
I opened a drawer a drawer like any other
I had cut my finger again
It was brimful of the skulls of crows
I had to be careful shutting it
The one below it the skulls of herons or something with long beaks like that
But only a dozen or so
Rattling against each other
No bandages my finger kept bleeding
Nothing to wipe up with either
Just heron skulls rolling around with a dry and hollow helpless sound
Across the bottom of the painted wooden drawer
Something told me not to even try to open the last drawer
Even though I was bleeding extravagantly it was eerie
The rest of the dream was a search through rooms and corridors
Closets shelves blood dripping on the floor everyplace
Bland people self-involved would turn incuriously and shoot me a look
Like I was committing some faux pas
I should search more coolly
The fuss was unseemly it wasn't the bleeding
But their shelves held random collections of bric-a-brac and bird skulls
No plants no photographs nothing absorbent painted surfaces
Bottles
Ivory letter openers
Sparrow skulls
- COMMENTS
champagne1982almost 18 years agothis image
"Just heron skulls rolling around with a dry and hollow helpless sound
Across the bottom of the painted wooden drawer"
and this part could be a poem on its own
"Bland people self-involved would turn incuriously and shoot me a look
Like I was committing some faux pas
I should search more coolly
The fuss was unseemly"
You can turn the capitals off at the beginning of each line if you write your poems in Notepad or go into your options of word and turn off the feature that capitalizes the first word after a line break.
Unless you'd like to stay old-fashioned that is... but I think caps beginning a line work only when you're writing a set form poem in period language, like a sonnet or something.
(Please don't say anything about my style in my early poems ;) I know I rhymed and capitalized too)
logophileover 19 years agoI have vivid, sometimes crazy dreams as well. You've captured this one perfectly. Thanks for sharing!
LadyJeanneover 19 years agoand numbly bleak at first, then a fruitless search, through to idle dissapproval, verging on indifference. Chilling on so many levels. Breathtaking imagery.
This line stood out for me; the one I'll be pondering:
The fuss was unseemly it wasn't the bleeding
impressiveover 19 years ago... the surreal and illogical nature of a dream. Very well done! ~Imp
Anonymousover 19 years agoi dont comment on poetry often as i don't feel prolific/eloquent enough to do so. however, the feeling of helplessness that you invoked in me was strong enough for me to say something. very dark images...sad and provoking.
glad you're doing poetry.
v~
Belegonover 19 years agoand create a power in the read. I am glad you are trying your hand at poetry, and while your style is different than mine...(I always have to resist the urge to dissect others poems I'm afraid...) I believe you are accomplishing that haunted feeling. The grey unfeeling people in the dreams contrast with your bleeding and I like particularly the idea that it is the fuss, not the blood, that is their concern.
