The Cawing of Crows II
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sequel to "The Cawing of Crows", written a year ago.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003
The morning was gorgeous, softly brisk,
clear sunshine dazzled eyes.
Tweets and twills of enervated birds
sifted through the shivered air.
The sudden vicious screeches
of a catfight startled the mood,
causing an anxious look around
for the five felines of the house.
Kittens safely spazzing, tails poofed,
the others alertly peering
towards the noise. A crow begins
a steady squawk, two houses over,
the pecans are ripe
in the newly moved-into house.
It had been three years
since a family had lived there.
Another year has passed in coppered land,
where best friend neighbors
had moved away a week ago.
Strange, at times, the form balance attains
when you are looking the other way.
Walking to the front yard, cats following,
I saw it come over the rooftop,
like a living premonition signifying
flight. Who’s? To where?
It’s heavy, black-lustered wings
crashed into the air, created displacement
with a loudly haunting thwomping vibration.
No sound came from its beak
where it firmly clasped a pecan, I, too,
remained silent this time.
The sun’s light flashed from crow eye
to mine, perhaps in recognition
and concession of time’s weight
through the passage of years.
As the cats remained indifferent,
I bid the crow goodbye,
still solidly entrenched
on copper's stepped back.
Erin Moen
11/19/03
Copyright 2003 ©
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Great Poem!Thanks for reviews!
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~Nikki~
At night I write-what ever i can relax to feel to write feely of-what truths have filtered in to my life(in graduate schoo sounding frustrated both the school chief and many students refered to osmositic filtering as my means of coming to know things not or ever spoken.(top secret). My these on ageing also is read in a lot of way s having to do with life and death, a man writing a conceptual version of the bible, the birth of a conceptual thinking thug. In fact all these conceptual thinkers have got so far into thew economy(the words and relateds aways draw my glance and nothing else) things I used to write-(and your way of writing some things somehow almost identical) have extra twists in them-"dare i wake you up-challange your intelligence to a little more. verty few encountersinmy life have caused me such a conflict to work to see clearly what refers to who=to resolve suspicions created by astronomical coincidences(many of which i came to witness in person. My friend above-a customs bank inspector for the govt-my poem to him with out thought of a connection
SCIENCE OF THE CLOCKERS HAND) CAME TO BE A REALITY INVOLVING MY FRIEND THE BANK BUSINESS AND TREES.
YOUR A GIRL AND i AM A BOY-IN THE WAY WE THINK PERCEIVE -LANGUAGE SKILLS-BUT SOEMOF THE THINGS YOU WRITE AND THE WAY YOU WRITE CONFUSE ME NO END-i DONT THINK YOU HAVE AN ANSWER-i WOULDN'T HAVE ONE IN YOUR SITUATION. ADINFIN-NAUSEUM -EXISTING AROUND THE WORLD <DISRESPECT OF THE TYPE THAT MAKE PEOPLE SICK-GOOD THINGS THAT ONLY REQUIRE NURTURING BY NOT REFERING TO THEM.
wHEN WHAT EVER MAKES YOU GO SOMETIMES-WORK WORK WORK.. GETS
HECTIC -AGITATED-SOMETIMES IS A TIME TO REST. MET A GUY LONG AGO WHO TOLD ME HE SPENT SEVEN YEARS IN AN INSTITUTION WORKING WOOD -ONE DAY LOOKED AROUND AND HE HAD WALKED PAST SOMETHING HE STRUGGLED WITH LIFE LONG.
WELL ABOUT MY REVIEW-i STARTED TO WRITE-THAT IVE THOUGHT TO TRY PAINTING -A TREE FOR KEN- A MEDICAL FAMILY FOR SO AND SO, -WITHOUT WORDS-AS MY OWN EYES GET SORE FROM MY OWN WRITING.
MARVIN