Withdrawn



The crows are flying over,
A year runs down my face,
A feather lands on the sodden ground
In this dark secluded space.

The croaking crawls into my soul,
The tissues are running thin,
Rain drenches the timid spirit
Distressing deep within.

Craving for the essence of angels
By which the rain is slowing,
A rainbow reclaims it's pretty glory,
A breath in moments of knowing.

The absence of the blackened wings
Takes sunshine to a crystal dawn
Recovered through the passing of time,
My doubt already withdrawn.

About this poem

It's a kind of spiritual poem,a little superstition about the demonic ways of the crows on impact in life's events in an atmospheric form

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Written on November 10, 2023

Submitted by markg.76572 on November 10, 2023

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Scheme XAXA XBXB XCXC XDXD
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 510
Words 101
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

Mark W Gittings

Been writing for 30 years,have had 2 books published and many others in Anthologys. Like football, basketball and music. more…

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  • Jewoo525
    I liked the double entendres the writer employs to parallel the physical decay of the human body with how negative emotions change and mature as well. Crows. "A year running down his face," "tissues running thin," and "the rain slowing." All can be viewed as similes for crying or something to represent sadness, but I think they can be seen to have double meanings when interpreted for symptoms of growing old. Crow's feet on the face represent the years gone by; your bodily "tissues" growing thin and weak; the rain bringing up old aches in the body and physically slowing you down. In utilizing these double entendres, the author veils his intentions until the very end revealing that with time although the body may decay, the mind comes to terms with its pains.

    Crows are always an omen, in many cultures; however, whether it's a good one or an ill one, is inconsistent. Similarly, I think this poem reflects on those nuances of life and captures wisdom that is only attained by one who has lived it. Great poem. Keep writing.
     
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