every day
meeting the world
without a theory
*
to catch a crow
the Greeks set out a dish of oil, the birds
dipped their wings in a longing for company
*
all those dreams dead
and rotting beside the road—
great day to be a scavenger
*
why would anyone
catch a crow I say to my hand
as it grasps
*
these thoughts
so blue a crow
wings through
*
I put a scarecrow
in my thoughts, on his gray hat
a crow often comes to sit
*
five animals in Islam
can be killed with no blame
I don’t know the other four
*
okay, crow,
I say, let’s have it your way,
awe, awe, awe
*
listening to the crow
the whole world
is crow
Thank you for re-wording the crow’s call! It is snowing and, as I read your poem, a crow called “awe” in the blue morning air.
oh Heather! you hear it, too!
awe to you!
here’s our new friend, ikkyu, whom you will meet in april
“Who would prefer the jingle of jade pendants when once he has heard stone growing in a cliff?” Lao Tzu
The power of Poetry http://www.powerofpoetry.org and Red Thread Gold Thread http://www.redthreadgoldthread.com
Wellspring of Imagination http://www.powerofpoetry.org/wellspring_of_Imagination.htm
can’t wait to meet him … can’t wait to hug you 🙂
Ravens and crows, my favorite birds. What I love about them is that they spend much of their time in play. I am in awe too.