Raven on the Road
From my Raven Collection
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He was there right in front of me
he was the first thing I saw
on that particular early morning sunrise
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Raven, standing on the roadĀ
almost as if he was waiting for me
reminding me before my flight
to keep my feet on solid ground, once I arrived
how he knows me so well
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It was a tour of sortsĀ
the ghosts Iād visit in my time on home soilĀ
I did it, I went back in timeĀ
I went down streets of memories
I went back to all that haunted me
I took a good look aroundĀ
I felt their presence Ā
and I felt that terribly dark-colored aura Ā
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Itās taken me fifty years to realize
those ghosts must be left
in the very dust of time
where they belong
where theyāve been laying all these years
after all, I canāt change the past
nobody can
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and if by luck or chanceĀ
I see the Raven when I return home
I shall tell him so.
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Comments
I love the third stanza. Haunting familiar streets, the trauma left unknown, and to say the truth in those streets as it is I can feel the rain of EnglandĀ
Thank you so much dear Rory, seems there are many who can relate. Thank you dear friend. š¹Ā
The Raven's croak is always a good way in, though to me it is not a wise thing to leave the ghosts in the past. My wife and me, we are witnessing the return of ravens to our patch of home country (rare still, but we heard and saw one last Saturday out in the woods). You help me decide I must continue working on the poem he/she started offšš. Alas, little time now for it is a hectic period at the office and the summer holiday up in two weeks (5th time Veneto for usāļøš¤£š). Strangely I did not see the last three on your profile, I only came across the Raven by looking up you "about" me...Ā