Sunday, August 9, 2009

I told you so

You said you didn’t know, brushed off
their warnings as the chatter
of spiteful birds, wings idle
drifting smoothly in shallow clumps
of black feathery gloss
and noisy beak from the places things happen
to the places things end up
when discarded, lives used up
no longer relevant.

Oh, how they circle now
with gleaming curiosity, tasting
the musk odour of your confusion
with the pointed black tongues
of wicked gossip, swallowing
a hint of word caressed
with the elegance of a gentle tease;
I told you so.

Rachel Westfall
August 9, 2009


Rikkij said...

Rach-your words ring true but "I told you so" makes for a poor defense and kills hope. Still, I'm always happy to know your thoughts and explore your words. ~rick

Woman in a Window said...

are never likeable,
especially when they've pointed black tongues
and Itoldyouso hats.
Damn them!

Karen said...

From the places things happen to the places things end much in between, so many chances for black-tongued gossip.

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

Rachel you have a endless flow of language inside you spilling out to grace those fortunate enough to read you.

Michelle Johnson said...

from the places things happen
to the places things end up

So much can happen in this space and time. Good and bad. But, neither party can look back or move forward together. Well written.

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Anonymous said...

I hate when people say "I told you so"... ugh.

Well rendered. :)

Fireblossom said...

I like this very much. Is this why it is called a "murder" of crows?