A murder of crows
peck at a carcass
beneath the old Spruce
Likely dragged there
by a coyote after feasting
They do that sometimes
a brazen act of rebellion
our bricked presence
blocking the path
I reached for the phone
this morning, wanting to relay
current events, and then…stopped
remembering you are gone
only my carcass remains, rots
at the mocking of crows
Coyotes are tricksters, they say
and I feel picked apart
preyed upon on my own path
the wounds of the past
inviting the mind’s vultures.
What is it all about
this mortality/ immortality?
A dove rests on the porch rail
sleeping despite the crow fray
Peace slumbers on this mournful day.
(Image my own)
Your poem is a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of existence and the importance of finding solace in moments of tranquility. 🕊️🍃🌅
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Thank you!
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I love this poem and wonderful reading!
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Thank you Luanne
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I am glad for the presence of the dove at the end. This was a ripping-of-the-guts poem.
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Thank you 🤗
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I love the juxtaposition of the crows/vultures and the dove. Isn’t that the way it is? Like me having a wonderful day with artist friends and a war ripping families apart in Ukraine. This is such a apt metaphor, VJ. I am sorry for your loss, whether recent of in the distant past.
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Thanks LuAnne. I was thinking about the recent loss of my Mom, but as you say, the larger picture too.
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such wonderful imagery VJ. “what is this immortality”
❤️
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🙏😊
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Goodness…this is raw. You make art that can only come from pain.
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Thanks Isha – you are right on.
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Very moving poem. very apt painting. Stunning.
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Thanks
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A very moving poem and stunning image.
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Thank you!
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A gut-wrenching poem. The final line closes the poem in a beautifully understated way.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome,VJ.
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What a powerful poem, and I enjoyed hearing you read it. Perhaps some day down the road, I could meet you in person on a trip home. I should like that very much. Right now that is not possible. In the meantime, I love reading your poetry, and in fact you inspired me to try writing more of it. I hope you are making headway in figuring out your eyesight, VJ. My thoughts are with you.
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That would be amazing! thanks Susan
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Really enjoyed this, thanks
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Thank you and nice to meet you.
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Nicely done. And I love the image!
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Thanks Julie!
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Your words held extra meaning for me today. We released my husband’s ashes this week.
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Oh my heart. I am so sorry. Hugs.
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It was a beautiful day and the most beautiful setting. Hard but healing. Thanks, V.J.
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🤗
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Hugs, Heather.
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Loved your reading of the poem VJ! ❤
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Thank you!
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🖤
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🙏
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A special analogy, read in your usual telling way with perfect pauses and modulation
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Thank you so much, Derrick
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