Poem -

If Raven Was to Come Today

From my Raven Collection

If Raven Was to Come Today

If Raven was to come today
I'd tell him I don't wish to play

you see he comes to me as grief 
today I have not one fresh reef 

today the sun, the sun does shine
I do not wish to cry by shrine
the snow is far the sun, suffice
no freezing winds no breaking ice 

just calm and warmth 
a peaceful day 
I'll let my grief just rest and lay

if Raven was to come today
I'd tell him I don't wish to play.

 

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Marion

This is an utterly fantastic read... seriously Shirley, the flow, the rhyme, ( not that poetry has to rhyme ) but when done well it is so effective... the sentiment
and very very relateable. Honestly high among  your best I think ❤

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Shirley Harrison

Awe, you know I do like rhyme sometimes and today is one such time, incredibly humbled by your words dearest Marion, it is my up most pleasure to share my scribbles with you dear friend. thank you so much. 💜 

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Jac Tales

A well deserved day of love for us all. A Beautiful Poem. 💕

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Being Me

Love what you've done here, Shirley!  It's as though grief is a raven.

I also love the picture x

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Shirley Harrison

Yes my grief is my raven, thank you so much dearest Tina, lovely to see you. 💜

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