Though it is the month of holidays it is also for some a month of loneliness and missing someone.
But today is about secrets, things you want to tell but promised not to. Things that eat you up from within.
In the form of a poem. No experiments, just me questioning and answering.
How can one speak
– When words are the secret
How can one express
– If it has claws and teeth
How can one show
– When locked in darkness
How can one love
– When its heart is stolen
How can one trust
– When it is ripped to shreds
What does a crow have
– But wings to fly and feel free
With only his memories of what he once was.
Only the scarecrow knows his true secrets
And writes its story in silence.
©Ranting Crow 2013
Okay a bit dark but surely some of you know what it is like to want to tell something that s eating you.
So please let me know what you think.
Wishing all a good day. And do not worry I am still smiling.
Ranting this is fabulous….but sad!! xx
Thank you Milady. But I am free and making the best of it.
Love this! -RB
Thank you xx
I really like this, its a bit sad though… but I am glad to hear you are still smiling 🙂 x
Thank you so much for your kind words. Sad in a way. But happy i lived through it. 😀 x Again thank you for your lovely comment
I can totally relate. My book, The Telling, is completely full of secrets that myself and other women from all over wanted to share. It got a little dark, a little funny, and extremely inappropriate at times. It was wonderful. This would have been a wonderful addition. You have a way with words, sparse and emotional. I love it.
Thank you so much for the comment. I think the less one writes the more it can speak. Only choosing words that you feel.
I would have to read that book. Means a lot you thought I would make a nice addition
Again thank you means a lot to hear some one loves it.
I have decided that I want to send you my books. You should email me at this email. If you’d like them, that is. 😀
Edited by ranting 😉 just in case.
You got your email and got me quiet like a fish.
Thank you is all I can come up with. No I am not emotional Just very thankful for the gift you are offering. Again thank you. I am a but a humble crow
I don’t think you realize the way your comments in that last few weeks have uplifted and helped me. I don’t have much to offer, but I hope you enjoy these.
This one was written as if you picked the words and pain straight from my head and heart.
Thank you Desiree. That is kind of you to say.