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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 11 Comments
Date Added: July 04, 2011 02:07:47 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Ann's Poetry Challenge ...Buzzards Circle Overhead
A single raindrip was not enough to quench my dying thirst
Buzzards circled overhead, alone and lost I feared the worst.
My foot tripped against a skull cradled in the desert sand
Oh, what I would give to be back in my beloved swampland!
Two rattlesnakes sniffed at me with hungry two-forked tongues
My breathing was shallow as liquid fire began to fill my lungs.
I watched as scorpions danced across my sun-baked skin
The one who finds this note please notify my next of kin.
The sun finally fell into the red-hot center of the cesspool
Oh Lord I ask of you, forgive me now, I am nothing but a fool.
I begged the moon, please release me from this prison cell
No, the lone coyote barked, you alone deserve this living hell!
To impersonate a cure, sweet delirium came to calm my choking fears
So gather them up into a bag, for what good are these hopeless tears?
Just like stinging nails my cactus bed had branded me, "accursed"
As buzzards circled overhead, I thought I heard their mournful cry...
and feared the worst...
Author's Notes:
Edgar Allen Poe had his Raven...Ann's Poetry Calendar has its Buzzards...circling overhead
The buzzards can be a metaphor for the suffering we endure from abuse, depression, persecution, etc.  It can come from a personal test or trial, the death of a loved one, a battle with a severe illness,or a broken relationship.  Have you noticed buzzards seem to follow us wherever we go?
July 3, 2011  we are having record heat in the desert southwest...118 degrees.  will it ever cool off?
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Comment By: FreeRobert on July 5, 2011 06:44:14 PM Report

horrid but true buzzards follow as we make our way through life waiting to devour us aas Marc Antony says in Shakespeare's Julius Cesaer

"The evil that men do lives after them, tjhe good is oft interred with their bones."

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on July 5, 2011 11:28:14 AM Report
Yep.  They're always overhead, circling. 

Comment By: FreeJohn Bates on January 24, 2011 07:09:12 AM Report
You definitely hit this one on the head.  Got me scared.  It's not always easy to deal with such "buzzards," but they are a part of life.  Sometimes we need our "pain" because it makes us who we are, and always hopefully for the better.  I like this.
Comment By: FreeMichelle on September 8, 2010 12:43:40 PM Report
Awesome! Makes me think of a combination of you style of words mixed with Edgar's. Did I forget to mention him as one of my favorite authors in history??? This is so going in my favs. You should write creatively of my favorite authors more often! I love to read them!
Comment By: FreeAlfred Berggren on July 16, 2010 07:21:46 PM Report
A fearful sight and end in view. You've met Ann's poetry challenge quite well with you buzzard poem.
Comment By: PremiumGlata on July 15, 2010 07:55:52 AM Report
I think I know a few PEOPLE that are buzzards, too! But that's a story for another day....

This write is great...and we DO have those buzzards that follow us at various times. They might not be seen, but they're definitely felt and heard.

Great job!


Comment By: PremiumTristan on July 12, 2010 09:50:15 PM Report
This reads like Edgar Allen Poe's work for sure.  Great imagery though it may cause a few sleepless nights for those who have a tendency to sleep lightly.  Your descriptions made my skin crawl and the temperature in the room went up ten degrees as I read -- why else would I have been sweating so profusely.  Great symbolic use of "circling buzzrds".  I've got them around me from time to time.  Tristan
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 12, 2010 10:58:56 AM Report
Standing ovation~!!

Ljo, you can take the circlin' buzzards and make them into the fear of death....The excrutiating lines were felt by the reader,...all the hot sands..the baked skin...the critters~!! Ahhhhhhhhh, awesome work~!!  Ann should be proud of this accomplishment for your postings...I love it!!

Margaret....parched and sun blind~!!

Comment By: PremiumHOPE on July 12, 2010 02:34:44 AM Report
Linda Jo


This is fantastic. The imagary is superb.



Comment By: FreeAndrew on July 11, 2010 05:30:17 PM Report
Poe works, but this reads like a scene from a twilight zone or alfred hitchcock presents episode...very stark, powerful, effective - more great work from the master!
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on July 11, 2010 03:25:39 PM Report
LindaJo:  think I'm gonna stick with my "purty" Nature writes.  Hey, my dragons can "chat" with the buzzards for us..........


Lady D


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