A Murder of Crows

She sits at her dinner of regret,

chewing up words of what

she didn’t say.


And after one bite she knows

what day it is. Who will defend

her right to be lonely?


now that she’s come to know

that the mountain always has

the final say.


sage ©


About nevadasky

writer and artist

Posted on October 25, 2006, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. That opening is very powerful Sage. Dinner of regret! Chewing up unsaid words. It reminds me of the last week of my father’s life and what I did not say to him when he had a knowing that his life would end that week.

  2. Thank you Heather; yes, you have gleaned the meaning of this piece so eloquently. Aw yes, the heavy burden of regret.

    peace my friend,

  3. I agree, that opening is a really ‘in your face ‘ image.

  4. hia jan,

    thanks for your visit and happy this caught your eye

  5. A powerful piece, one that we can all learn from.


  6. hi vi,

    I am so happy you gleaned from this one; I wish you the best day!


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