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Jan 22, 2019

BLACKBIRD (acrostic)

Nearly midnight he comes calling,
Evening but a memory.
Vision blurring, eyelids falling
Eventual sleep is stalking me.
Right before dreams take my night
Mild tapping wakes me from near sleep.
Outside the moon is full and bright
Ravens through my widows peep.
Ever croaking "nevermore"...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Dear Scribbler
I like your poem Black Bird. Send more poems in.

Eulekia