For ten thousand years, on a lofty mountain ledge, the shiny pebble sat,
until this afternoon when a brazen raven.....dropped it squarely on my hat.
I guess I had it coming, as I planned to steal chicks from her nest.
Soooo...I decided I'd give up for now, ... and hike back home to rest.
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At first I thought this stone was a precious diamond, but it turned out to be a rocket.5 ***** for this Poem.
Only if you are able to catch that Raven with your barren hands. I like this beautiful story in your poem, but where is the lesson? Bri : )
Hey, Mark, you've mentioned one of my favorite comedians and one of my favorite authors! ! ! bri : )
Amazing ability to do scenarios'' I thought I did these exclusively.. but to write them down .. hmmmmmmm. After one month on this site I am just now discovering things about seemingly innocent and sane people. Beautifully executed bit of work Bri (Bri? I know that guy)
Another gem from the poetic wizard of wit. My only request would be to make it longer. I'd like to know more...was the intention to eat the chicks or give them a loving home? Perhaps you might return wearing a tin hat... Some dialogue between the two of you might be funny.
Nicely written Bri. I enjoyed it. I think we all edit our poems to a greater or lesser degree. I edited one of mine, years after I'd written it, as I'd never been totally happy with one particular line. Mad innit?
I have actually been writing a poem about a raven, but ---NO! Now I think I shall change it to a CROW!