Summer's Night

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Poem by: Catherine

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A poem I wrote for L.A. I wanted to make it kind of depressing so my teacher wouldn't like it. But I hope you like it. I had to separate the stanzas with lines because the paragraphs wouldn't work. Just a heads up.

Submitted: June 21, 2008

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Submitted: June 21, 2008

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On a summer’s night all was still,

Except for a keening, piercing shrill

From far in the distance, across the land,

Over and under every valley and hill.

A cry of pain heard all around

Through the sky, below the ground

Disrupting peace that never was

But someday soon, will be found.

Now, a silence through the moors,

Nothing but heather coated floors,

That ceased their swaying at the sound,

The cry that echoed through the doors.

“What was that?” wondered the raven

And he perched on the windowsill.

The screech that penetrated all the walls,

the screech that was so shrill,

It ended now but not from free will.

The raven sang his song of death and stared through the glass

He sang it with all the class

And with the despair of a funeral mourner.

And the time, it did pass.

And to this day on the tombstone of a girl who lost an internal fight,

The raven perches and sings his song and never does take flight

‘Here lies a girl who couldn’t see the light in her life,

Who gave up and stabbed through her soul one summer’s night.’

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Mon, June 23rd, 2008 6:44am

depressing as it may be i like it.
the first three verses have a much better flow than the rest of it though.
the fourth verse i think would read better as

“What was that?” wondered the raven
and he perched on the windowsill.
The screech that penetrated all the walls,
the screech that was so shrill,
It ended now but not from free will.

really good though, keep it up
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Mon, June 23rd, 2008 2:05pm

thanks for the advice!

craziantix

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Wed, June 25th, 2008 10:08pm

At first it seems to be just a poem about pain, but gradually you realise its actually a tirade against suicide ...atleast thats how I see it. I liked the transition. It is well-written of course.

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Thu, June 26th, 2008 12:48am

Thanks:)