Saturday, April 3, 2010


Words dark as a blackbird's wings fall like a stone and are gone
All their meaning lost in an instant
Vanished as if never spoken
All the feelings contained in the words
Lost forever, not even a feather remains
Only the black stone where once beat
Blood red and full of passion
Something resembling
A heart

© Peggy Pendleton


Brosreview said...

This is sad, when words become trivial. Nicely expressed!

Kayleigh said...

I love the way you set the dark tone with the blackbird imagery -- and then again how you deepen the feel of it with the vivid shock of red. Color does such wonderful stuff to poems...we can use them almost the way a visual artist does with nearly the same effect, don't you think?

what came to my mind was how words spoken with anger or malice of any kind are almost generic...the individual thoughts don't matter, just their darkness.