The Crow

by Sondos   Aug 31, 2007


I want to write a poem
That crow will be my plume
It may crack and croak and cry and die
And blood as black as tar
And wings as soft as air

And though it struggles in my grip and I hold it tightly
The beak will be wrapped in tape made of freshly skinned serpents
And I will be sitting on leafs from the finest oak tree
And I'll want to sleep but I can't.

There's nothing in my head
Just empty words, worn out methods

Of being
Human.

I think that is the way I will become a true poet.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bhavin

    Hi Sondos,

    I hope you remember me. Sorry for no comments since past one year. But you have written a real beautiful poem. May God bless u. Keep writing.

  • 17 years ago

    by Elynnka

    Really beautiful imagery and great concept! I've never stumbled across something like this. I've read poems where the poet uses a plume but not the whole birdie ^_^ Awesome work!

    I know you entered this poem in my contest, it's lovely, but you did not respect the rule where I said to make your poem rhyme. I'm sorry but I cannot consider this poem as an entry, because then I wouldn't be fair to those who made theirs rhyme. You may submit a new rhyming one though, if you wish. Thank you for understanding and look forward to your new entry if any. ^_^

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