With his back to me
the black crow holds me in place
as he sits firmly perched
on his pillar overlooking the water
The wind blows, waves rise and fall
But from him, no movement... no sound
No flapped wings, no beak pecks
No feather-shakes, no hopping feet
His stillness astounds...
No head-bob, no shrill squeaks
No restless turns, no uneasy shifts
The silence abounds...
giving me the freedom to look at him
through the distance of glass windows
in the luxury of a day’s forgotten hour
His iridescence grows … glows … black
is the presence of all colors
What secrets does he hold of old?
What does he know of the future?
The space between us is unbroken -
frozen in time - if he faced me would I be
frightened by the wisdom in his eyes
Which look out somewhere upward
Toward the sky?
Yet in the corner of his eye
I know that he knows I’m here
Very well done, sonya, and it happens to be true that black has all the colors. I enjoyed it, dear!
I love poems about crows very much (I can even stand Grackles, lol) . And I love, love, love the ending- how you know he can see you out of the corner of his eye. It's fantastic. You are one marvelous, shrewd writer.
this is more than a poem about a crow and his crooked eyes...tells symbolically of the ways of silent meditating hypocrytic holy-men...good work Sonya...thanks...10
fine wording! great metaphor! thoughtful and beautiful! 10+
Sonya, I fully agree with Frank James Ryan Jr., it is your master stroke. Black color and crow both stand for mystery and wisdom. You have deftly handled both with a metaphysical poetic touch. Although I have also written a poem on crow in a different vein, but yours is superb handling of the theme and art and craft of poetry. I loved it. Thanks a lot. CP
Crow is one of my favourite birds as well, and the way you express the character of this black beauty in your poem is outstanding and exquisite. I have noticed, you describe birds in your poems with a very special, unforgettable feeling. Thanks for sharing, Sonya, and best wishes. Yelena M.
A stunning tribute to the crow, one of my favorite birds as well. 'Through the glass window of distance' you catch an unforgettable glimpse of truth and beauty. Love, SandraX
Your work just keeps on getting better, Sonya. Mr Peat must be a fine mentor...but it is your unique eye that sees as no other. And it is your voice that paints the image in our minds. N
This is a magnificent poetic salute to the black crow. Your images are so vivid I can see and feel his presence - superb! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grand poem, reminds of a bird I once saw in Florida. You really did this bird justice. I like the poem a lot. a poet artist friend RH Peat