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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Tree And The Crows
[time] => 2012-03-21 02:37:23
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[bodytext] => The Tree And The Crows The vision is strange – abstract in form and construction; I am alone on a stark moor in England's country – The wind blows and howls as those do for absolution; The solitude and barrenness are desultory. In abstract construct the sky is electric white – glare Forces the eyes closed with prolongued exposure – blinding And painful – the grass and fields are red and seem aflame; And on the distant horizon it stands – outstanding – The tree – black from electrocution – stands alone; Its blackened limbs pointing to the sky in silent prayer – Black crows screech and fly – swooping down and circling its throne; I feel moved to tears at the image – I stand and stare – The solitude and barrenness are desultory – What means this all – what happened here – what is the story? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 105 [topic] => 43 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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