Raven and the Dove

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 14, 2007

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The Raven and the Dove

Mistaken cries out stupid hate from barren graveyard tree-tops,

Cackles cruelly, lewdly, jeers cretin jokes, undignified

Warns, dives, swoops, scathes from the air, stoops

Black stone-age beak can scavenge, unconcerned or loveless  

Liberate the shiny metal object and greedy hoard a treasure, within the

Soul flies every creature shape, the raven and the dove.

 

At its fullest drops from heaven, holy spirit. Triumphant and a trump in any

War is white-winged peace. Dialogue in flight, a double-messenger. Returns a

Trembling leaf of hope to flood-bound ark, gentle as a dream can speak,

Innocent it scales the airs, guiltless blank-page white, a never-predator. Flocks

Loyal, noble, humble, is beyond-above the better, within the

Soul flies every creature shape, the raven and the dove.

 

But in between, they travel wildly through the airs in fallen states of grace, to

Ride emotions’ turbulence, ambivalence sublime, with

Feathers splayed erratic, stretched crazily and blessed

They keen and cry the saddest, greatest joy, eternal in one moment, in

Life beyond-alone, the priceless average and enormity, within the

Soul flies every creature shape, the raven and the dove.

 Hans Lillegard


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