One Cold and Cloudy Rise
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One september morning...
One Cold and Cloudy Rise
One cold and cloudy rise caught caws of calling crows Though chill did match my heart I ambled to the scene Caught sight of Countless corvids circling in throws My melancholy eyes took flight in frolics flow Black dashes dip and dart as far as I could see One cold and cloudy rise caught charm of calling crows My exhales turned to sighs to view this grace bestow To witness living arts impressionistic seen Catch sight of Countless corvids circling in throws A tear dropped from my eye to spot the solemn show A single crow’s depart the source of this grieving One Cold and cloudy rise caught cause of calling crows This funerary flight that set my soul aglow In gratitude impart compose this song I sing Caught site of Countless corvids circling in throws I pray with all my might that vision never goes When all around seems stark I’ll find the hidden springs One Cold and cloudy rise caught caws of calling crows Catch sight of Countless corvids circling in throws © 2020 Robert Trakofler Audio link Video link Leave a tip for this poet? Robert Trakofler has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.
This is a masterpiece poem, IMO. Here is why, it is poetry that writes itself through the poet, the meaning writes itself in poetic form. Such talent my friend.
I luved this poem, a lot :)
Thank you so much:) I was raised on Poe my mother used to Quote "The Raven" to me as a small boy so my love of all things Corvid started from a very early age.
Thanks so much!
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I have an antiques & vintage clothing store that's also an art gallery and vegan restaurant. I use the space as a venue for poetry and music as well as for filming and photography. I am an aesthete I have a deep love for artful expressions in myriad forms. I have always been a poet but i am also a drummer and a singer and lyric writer. I enjoy repurposing my unsold antiques and trash (whatever I find) into other things and sell them. My business is minimal waste, what i don't sell I give away to food banks I even recycle my food prep waste to a local worm farm and land reclamation project. This is the theme of me… I was discarded trash somehow I managed to survive the streets, homelessness a... [More]...
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