LISTENING FOR THE VOICE OF THE CROW (photomorph) & THANKSGIVING DAY 2017 (non-dream free verse poem [revision]) by Roswila
THANKSGIVING DAY 2017
as I float unmoored around Isla Vista
in the silent emptiness of Thanksgiving Day
waiting for a poem to start, I realize how little
I like the poetry I've been writing these days;
it's way too centered on my own belly button
where only the barest bit of lint from the outer world
gathers, as if the universe starts and ends where I
was first bodily attached and then rudely unattached;
and so I determine to let the world in, to let it speak
to me of its own life, to lead me in a poem ...
but this silence! how will I hear anything past this
almost thundering silence where cars and voices
and traffic usually hold sway? then the crows in an
autumn leafed tree caw and flap through the hush
as if reading my negativity and laughing at it; I watch
them as they settle down, then another crow lands
among them and their flapping noisy show starts all
over again; such dark clowns they are, I think, do
others laugh at me the same way, so intense
and pointed, a clowning that calls one to an uneasy
attention; I continue to stare at these self-conscious
black patches against a bright blue sky: how could I
forget these fellow travelers, loved by some, disliked
and ignored by others? they've followed and even
sometimes led me on long walks across the decades;
yes, I'll listen to the crows today and laugh gratefully,
no matter what others or even I think, for thoughts
are like belly buttons: the place where new
things grow and then disengage, but they're
not the new things themselves
[non-dream free verse poem written 11-23-17 (revised 11-24-17 & re-posted). Photomorph "Listening for the Voice of the Crow" (11-2-17 011v3f) by Roswila; it's a wider pic than it appears to be as the left side is white against the white of the blog template and the edge can't be seen; I could get it outlined/framed I suppose in Photoshop, but I don't have the time or inclination ... Crow is calling me to other pursuits! :-) However, you can see it properly if you click on the image as it will be on a dark background, in a larger version.]
There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
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2 Comments:
[from Roswila: I messed up on posting the revision of the poem this commenter refers to -- none of the revisions would change what he's said, btw -- so I had to copy his comment from the email notification I received of it .. and here it is below]
"The way you use belly button as a metaphor is really interesting, and line about the outer world as just so much lint was LOL funny. I also like the entrance of the crows and what you do with them in this piece.
LGD"
Thanks so much LGD. You might want to re-read it as I've made several changes (only in how things were worded, not in what I was trying to say :-D).
I never did get any turkey dinner. Sigh. Holiday dinners in our dining room can get really crowded noisy crazy with a longer than usual line to get served, what with guests and an especially good dinner. This old crow can't handle that. So I went and sat on our library balcony that overlooks the pool and watched the crows zipping by as the sun prepared to set. (Didn't go hungry, I have some canned goods in my room and a small microwave...)
Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving with plenty of turkey, "et al."
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