today a wicked loss
ennui, an insane boss
mind shut down from coarse pain
yet it helps keep some sane
disappointments are much
no calming lover's touch
real world concerns me not
though others scheme and plot
eyes fatigued fall into doze
what is it the crow knows?
buy bread for the belly
prolong the mystery
just enough air to breathe
while roiling tensions seethe
living prompts acrid tears
death shouldn't hold worse fears
still shunned, that final sigh
you have to wonder why
we cling to conscious woes
what is it the crow knows?
love ends in tragedy
death parts most faithful we
grown up, one learns to cry
grow older till you die
petty trials in between
vexations damned obscene
personal overwhelm
untidy inner realm
tangled shadow wrong grows
what is it the crow knows?
srream a lie to the sky
thrust a fist in god's eye
placate him if you must
virtue still ends in dust
dare him to strike you down
spit at high holy frown
fling green bile at his face
laugh at utter disgrace
his impotence expose
what is it the crow knows?
smelling sulphur disaster
fuming farther faster
saintly cowled blackfriar?
onyx eyed familiar?
hear my goodly question
grant balming protection
mayhap merit mercy
fill me, thrill me, kill me
but before life's ebb flows
tell me what the crow knows
Author notes
For Crowknows
In a list
A contest entry
- Crows and Quills by VoltaicHypnosis.
650 points, ended September 17, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Genuinely Honest Comments Please
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People lined up in rows
Don't know what the Crowknows
I know what the light shows
I know where the road goes
I know what fire froze
I know death's hidden prose
tree of knowledge my woes
Knowing what the Crowknows
A fine entry. Dark in Rythm and form. Repetition worked very well in this work and the word choice was exquisite. Thank you and good luck in the contest. -
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Thank you!
Appreciate the shiny Gold for my shelf.
Deb
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wow a wonderful poem full of some brilliant deep imagery and emotion from stanza one through to stanza five good luck in the contest the backgrounds great to
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