…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
Hoffnung? Der Rabe gilt seit dem Mittelalter doch eher als Totenvogel, d.h. er beobachtet, und wenn die Zeit gekommen ist, macht er sich über die Gestorbenen (Kadaver) her.
Auch in Deinem Poem sehe ich diese Tendenz.
Sehr schön geschrieben, auch wenn ich mit meinem nur “business-english” doch Einiges nachschauen muss!
Danke…
“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.” ~ Cecilia Dart-Thornton