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Nine Crows

I never told you about the vulture
that cut the sun in half the day we met;
its shadow paved my honest path
and I, with cracked feet and arid eyes,
blindly followed.

Did I mention the nine crows
that perch, sleep and dream of swimming
on the valley's ascending power-lines
with the deep hum of late night television
soothing through their toes?

I will tell your absent ears of the nights
spent picking blood from beneath my nails,
t-shirts drenched in the souls of innocents
granted by empty bottles under boughs
of perched vultures
that are not willing to fly for me, again

and how the crows are always there.

Written by MrAlptraum

(Mr A)

Published 28th Sep 2012 | Edited 29th Sep 2012

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Re: Nine Crows

Whitewand6

29th Sep 2012 00:26am

Mr A

good to be reading you again.:]

some fine writing here as usual. and some
breathtakingly beautiful images.

love the overall philosophical/surrealist
undertone this poem has along with it. at
least for me.

'the sun being cut in two' and 'swimming on
the ascending power lines' are just winners.
i immediately fell in love with those. mighty
fine, sir.

S2, L5, 'thought' should be through.

that's another majestic line. especially,
the late night telly reference.

and S3 and S4 just did it. sinister and unsettling-ly atmospheric. love your craft
there good sire.

let the intrigue be there, i say.

write on,

sumeet

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