a crow, charcoal black, fierce eyes, blue
saturn ring in neck, beak dense black
sharp, arrived mysterious from nowhere
sat on a tree branch bearing mangoes
that protruded to front court yard of the
house, and began to peck it furious! .
inside the house, parents, uncle, aunt and
children sat around grandma, anxiety writ
on face, for she lay speechless for days.
a shattering sound brought all of them to
court yard, saw branch lay fallen, quickly
did the crow fly away leaving the tree! .
when returned home, on surprise wailing of
mother, they found to great shock, grandma
had flown away with the mysterious crow! .
=o0o=
I appreciate the whole metaphor, and the connections of dreams and reality. Well expressed.10/10
Dear Surya, I loved this poem of the mysterious crow. It is seated in our imagination and the iconic connections of dreams and reality. Jung would say the crow because of its color and size would be a forboding symbol and represents the mystery of dying. The bird represents the symbol of spiritual release or the longing of freedom and if we have dreams of flying it is to escape the rigid and trying bonds of life. There are many meanings in this poem and I'm not suprised to find the immediate identification of death. We are as a human race given the cognitive machinery which is strangely similar to all others of our kind. Humans have symbolically catloged life's experiences in dreams and it is not suprising to me the symbols are universal in many cultures. Thanks for sharing, George
Nicely penned and a great poetry...........I loved.............voted.
wow..what a nice plot! ! ! ! a sad one..love this poem wid ma heart....thanx...10+++
Sphinx came back but granny went out…nicely conceived but gosh yet true….such happens in our lives and your poetic eyes perceived it… Offbeat canvas …is it under para-psychology …for coincidental occurrences…? 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
when returned home, on surprise wailing of mother, they found to great shock, grandma had flown away with the mysterious crow! ......sometimes they forcast large loom of worst fears.... i believe in it.. simple but great work......10 read mine black crow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surya, the themes of your poems are always unique.A few which I have read are alien to the general concepts but each adorned with a powerful message.This happens also in real lives and once we experience this, we start having a hunch of good omen or bad omen at the sight of something new and strange. Very nicely brought out.