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TheWoodenSlug
07-31-2006, 11:22 PM
Here's a new one, written yesterday after learning that one of my best mates' father had died. 'Tis a first draft so don't hold back.



Under crescent moon it falls
As the choir of songbirds hum a single note
The silent silhouette descends
Unnoticed, through the shadows cast by the
Weeping oak
Clutched in his right hand
A blade reflects the light which bursts through branches
And falls, like a mist, to the dampened soil
It's clean.

But it was merely a sapling
With glorious leaves of green and yellow
And the brown that had begun
To paint them dead was dismissed as a product of
The time of year
When broken leaves will catch the breeze
And whistle the ugliest tune
But the truth is, the roots had been rotting
For some time.

"Cancer," they whispered through swirling smoke
As white highway lines passed in a blur
I sank deeper into the dirty backseat
And stared in disbelief at their idiocy
Out my window at the baleful billboard
That depicts a young couple and their child
Strewn about their car, in a bloodied mess
All the while my seatbelt remains undone.



All crits welcome and appreciated. Thank you for your time.

StrawberryFieldsForever
08-02-2006, 01:01 PM
It's always hard for me to get into songs without a rhyming structure so I'm probably not the best to critique this song...it does sound like you took some time and thought on it however, and I can appreciate that.

P.S. Great avatar, that's my favorite painting...I was lucky enough to see it to when I went to the Chicago Art Museum.