- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Crows
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Click hereWhite river dreams
Youths lost dilemmas.
Dropped off glacial cliffs
melted ancient water
streaming minds.
Crows sitting, waiting for the warming
Black dots thrust against a fading indigo sky.
Evergreens scream in their green,
forever young,
barren branches whip in jealousy.
Whispered secrets of the Creator.
Swirling paisley dreams,
laced with muted colors of our existence.
Fractals of frozen tears,
pooling on tar covered terra.
Grieving mother,
separated from her young.
Ignorant humans.
Lost in the paisley of crow fed desires.
dlt © Feb. 19 2005
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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LeBrozalmost 17 years agoLike a minimalist sketched illustration ~ let your mind fill in the rest.
Anonymousabout 19 years ago"Fractals of frozen tears,
pooling on tar covered terra."
That is my fave part.
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agowell thought out and clever
the feel of a zen master poem
excellent write Du~
awesome poem, I felt the crows laughing
or maybe it was the ones in my
back yard <grin>
