Hello Stan
I really enjoyed your verses as I was takin in a memory of mine to the farm of these 2 baby crows I nurtured as their parent was shot by a neighbor boy.
And the coyotes I fed for my uncle (till I set them free)
What a treat to read this and feel that as your words spoke!
Have A Fabulous Day
Embrasse'
Vickie

Excellent stuff- I like your form, it makes the power of your word choice even more evident and makes the images pop as we read it. Like your style :)

What a picturesque poetic treat!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Ah...while I have never been to the old Kentucky mountains, you make me think I am remembering them from my past as I see the wispy fog that lies in ribbons, like white smoke, on the cool damp air...

Cryssa

...what a goose; this is fantabulous! thes top.still iamges, the broken phrases of fragments jsut add the tone from the beginning...the crow flying 'cross/barren' [adds a spiritual connotation, as if its his cross to bear]... 'flapping(under)falling(under)tumbling'....a near death collison of words and sounds....the nakes trees sighing agaisnt the rush of water. ..the coyotoes in their quiet protest of dawn breaking, their 'mo.u.rning' and all that laments as the funerary image. ..clouds [white] and incense [white] as the smell of regret, chances, choices...white [isnt white smoke a warning? or a s.o.s. kind of thing??? youre the pyro tho]...and then the splattered space between 'chain saw' and whiskey still' giving myriad meanings. .. that whole poem is 'still'life....little vignettes of foreboding beautiful imagery and drops of details that make life, LIFE....
silly goose...this is profound and quiet. .. .
egads. ..
i'll take a case of you ;} ta go please. ..
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You've painted quite a poetic picture, Stan.

Great writing sweet Stan,take care OK...Hugsss

Can almost picture the scene and the old man watching it with cateract but wise eyes...

Fee

Stan I love your imagery! This poem soars with poignant memories to hpld onto!