crow's eyes fixed upon a skylark
and weeps as he hear her say
beneath the tree a shadow dark
of his wings tinted faint grey
how sweetly she tweets, complains the crow
when i sing how guttural i sound
just below his drooping brow
tears rolled towards the ground
every note from the throat of the beautiful bird
was like a blow from the hammer to his head
every song from the bird that the black crow heard
made his eyes, fuming bright red
fluttering his wingshe sailed away
to a land where none sang sweet
but the memories of that morn of may
everynight that crow would meet
Really liked this poem kana. But I agree with Bri Edwards comments as well. My main compliant is that the poem seems raw and unfinished to me. I personally feel like you have presented us with the gushings of your muse which for me are really just the skeleton of what your already wonderful poem could look like. I find myself looking for the flesh, the heart of kana, which it feels are lacking and make this poem merely 'exceptional' and not 'great' as it could be! Ha! Like Bri I will send you a more personal comment but only if you desire it.
Just outstanding! ! ! ! I really love the story, rhyme and moral, such a good write.
Very nice..., , , , , , , REALLLY Very very welldone...! ! ! ! ! ! !
How come, I too wrote a poem quite recently on the same subject! (May be 'great people' think alike! ! !) I will post it very soon! Enjoyed this sweetly rhyming poem much Kanav! A 10
how sweetly she tweets, complains the crow when i sing how guttural i sound just below his drooping brow tears rolled towards the ground beautiful expression superb 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks for your comment on my poem.I was drawn to your poet page and find here such beautiful poem, my first read. Not only you, but most of us feel the way you feel comparing ourselves with others whom we feel better than us.This makes us depressed. A lovelypoem, thakns for sharing.
ok, this now goes into July's 'a showcase of and for PH poets'. just your name and a link to this page will appear in a list this month (with mostly male PH poets) . thanks. bri :)
PS: Don't let 'your' admiration for the 'lark's voice' turn you away from your own poems. Study the lark, don't just listen. Her secrets will be revealed and, even if you never sing like her, you will amaze yourself and eventually find your own true voice. Now this is what I call a real comment! : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem Kanav - like the crow, I can't sing either!