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Today’s Showcased Poetry Readings

Deadline for FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

Read Today’s Selected Poetry:

MERCURY, by Kelly Kiczenski
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/mercury-poetry-by-keely-kiczenski/

I FELL FOR HIM, by Rana Cocklin
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/i-fell-for-him-poetry-by-rana-cocklin/

UNTIL I SNEEZE, by Kirby Timmons
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/until-i-sneeze-poetry-by-kirby-timmons/

THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT, by Ron Henslee
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/the-lullaby-of-a-strange-event-poetry-by-ron-henslee/

HONEYMOUTH, by Gerry Van Der Linden
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/honeymouth-poetry-by-gerry-van-der-linden/

THE QUEST, by Tabitha Baumander
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/the-quest-poetry-by-tabitha-baumander/

SHULAMMITE THE WOMAN IN SOLOMONS SONGS OF SONGS, by Susan Dubin
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/shulammite-the-woman-in-solomons-song-of-songs-poetry-by-susan-dubin/

HARVEY’S FORECAST, by Michael McDonald
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/harveys-forecast-poetry-by-michael-mcdonald/

AFTER WORDS, by Kelly McCrillis
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/after-words-poetry-by-kelly-mccrillis/

THEY SAY CHILDREN ADAPT, by Dianne Mead
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/06/they-say-children-adapt-poetry-by-dianne-mead/

THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT, Poetry by Ron Henslee

Genre – Dark, Death, Supernatural

THE LULLABY OF A STRANGE EVENT
by Ron Henslee

I was standing in my garden among the snow peas
Dandelions were singing in a nearby meadow
I was wishing for the talent of the chosen
Whimsical yearning is my crime
Awareness of my short comings is my burden
A pedestrian of nonsense a pollution of time
Yet magic will embrace contradiction

A Crow fly’s into my garden
He shows no fear of my presence
And I show no fear of his mystery
A yearning of being a Vagabond
A traveler observing untold stories
Consumes my thoughts-
Not some lowly Crow
I sense he shares my opinion-
For his disdain is directed at me
He’ll dance on my grave if he out lives me
He’d love to put on such a show

I have tricked him with magic
He tries to flee, filled with confusion and anger
Consumed with the hate in his heart
He screams CAW, CAW, – a cacophony
Not knowing I was a formidable adversary
He thought I was made of straw
I stole his space on this earth – magic

So I’ll dance on his grave for I outlived him
I’ll love to put on such a show
I love standing in my garden among the snow peas
The Dandelions are singing in the nearby meadow
I’m waiting for my next encounter
Maybe it’ll be with you – do you know?