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shadowedpixie — Crow Lock
Published: 2011-03-24 03:53:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 161; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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When the sleep takes youlike seeping ink,
like circling crows, spiraling
downward, you are dragged.
Ripples on a golden lake
at the center is a lock
and the crows, like keys,
hang suspended in the sky.
Limbs reach for you,
carry you away on the fog
that rests, fading in the morning light
on the frozen hills.
Carry on, down the aisle,
marry your dreams
bleached by the crying morning's sun,
before time tears you away.
For, my love, time is too predictable
but so hard to grasp that there is no purpose
In expecting anything of it.
So take your dreams before they are taken from you, love.
Grip them by the shoulders; bury them beneath your golden lake.
Lock them up, and send the key, shattered,
flying into the sky
so only you can see what the birds really are.
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Comments: 10
Your style of writing is so completely different from mine, but it never ceases to amaze me to see so many underlying ideas intersecting, and occasionally even choice of words. Well, in this case, this reminds me of the clincher from something I wrote, "Will we ever learn to keep the sacred walls unseen / And seal the secret falls away for only our own dreams?"
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I agree, our writing styles ARE very different. Though I sometimes wish I had an easier time only including one or two topics in my poetry, instead of all these layering points and ideas. It's something I feel a need to work on.
And can I ask who that is quoted from? I always love your quotes.
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Everything about this poem is so beautiful! You have spectacular poem writing skills, me dear.
I think you should try to turn it into a song.
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Thank you so much 
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Yay! 
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Of course I will
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What I really love about this is how it describes something that you can see but can't quite reach for. The thing you want being something that flies is a good way to express this, in my opinion, because obviously, we can't fly. The idea of flight is something that many people only dream of. At the same time, it gives a very vivid description of the lake and how beautiful it looked to you as you passed by it. And then at the end, it's like as the person is being dragged downward, you're trying to help them get back up. 
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You said it all
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