Poem -
Killer Mind
The sound of the crying crow Inside a cobble block box labeled "I'll intent"
Hunts the resident light
The taste of 3 am lingers till the morn and recycled traffic cones stun the highway deer
Our men of detached dwellings venture to the farmers field, Pulling her decomp from moonlight stain
Each to them a lock of hair,
A morsel of eternal youth
Kept beneath the dry shed
Far from the eyes of affair
Daylight now, trees to trim
Small talk to endure, the presence of normality is a symptom of humanity
There black hands shake
Painted with scars of shame,
For terrible secret does lie
In the folded heart of the killer mind.
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Comments
I wrote this in dream, at night when I sleep and see with lucid eyes, the crow, the deer, leading me to a field with a gate, a long field falling towards a tree beside a fence, she remains there in shallow mud, a place of eternal silence so that I may hear what she has to say.
cool write Nine Eleven! love to see dreams written here! have a few of my own here. all the best!...........................................................................................Jim
Thank you Jim, I really appreciate you stopping by.
Fantastic piece, hauntingly dark and written with such imagery that one can feel this dream.
Good to read your work again,
Nine Eleven,
Bernadete
Thank you Bernadete, it's good to share my dreams, it's even better when you understand.