crows
open to healing
splintered bones and
black hearts and
escaping souls
loners
offering
cool clay
to soothe the insidious burning illusion
that crawled through
the mind
like gentle quilts
sheathing grain
until the new life
is ready
to collapse
or
crack
Linking to;
Wordle #206
10 comments:
So much symbolism in the crow.
We see a lot of them around here
no matter the omen.
I am intrigued on sheathing grain
I love old quilts, but I am wondering
at the covering of grain.
new life come regardless.
Crows get a bad rap in our world. I appreciate your exploration of them, open to healing, offering cool clay to soothe illusion(love that bit), and gentle quilts. Loners, like some of us. Well done!
I think the thought that will stay with me so the difference between collapsing and cracking...it resonated...and perhaps i don't know fully why quite yet..a thoughtful and wise poem
One has to wonder if crows got a bad name because of their color, or because they so often talk back when spoken to. I like the imagery you used fueled by the word list. They so often take us to places unexpected and yield pleasant surprises. Your poem flows yet remains thought provoking,
Elizabeth
Sometimes I think our job in life is to break through all those illusions that we create (and have been created for us). I like how you've make the crow a central character in this process.
Love it, such a solid poem. Everything is just prefect
I love the picture! and the words are pretty good, too!
I love:"... Like gentle quilts sheathing grain..."! Thought provoking photo and words to match. Nice job.
This old crow flew and rested here a while with your words. Loners offering soothing and healing, bringing to life all that waits to be found. Thank you for stopping by my place Gemma.
I am pondering the thought that new life is fragile: It can collapse or crack with very little provocation. The crow knows.
Whirling with Marge
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