Crow Conference Poem by Kathy Van Kurin
Crow Conference
Crow Conference
Set up a ruckus, crow conference. Passionate discussion! What is so important, bringing such angst? I am simply a bystander in this crazy ear shattering debate tossed back and forth like a badminton game. Marsh land trees of Alder, birch, oak and cotton wood are their conference room.
They have come from far and wide. Is it a judgment session, a family reunion or feud? Calls ring out in dark rasping vowels drifting in the wind and echoing through the canopy.
Was I invited to their meeting, set my toe through the door? They are unaware and mindless of their interruptions as I proceed in my own endeavors of respite and contemplation, reading and thinking. Where is my peace? They are shady peace thieves! Shall I Stay and wait? Surly they must tire of arguments.
In a sudden roar of clapping beaks they rush skyward rudely announcing themselves spitting venom! Board room exits in black cloud-members en masse. An unwanted few stay behind wanting to continue unfinished business. Unwanted by me!
Feverish new meeting; The Process begins in earnest, an entertaining discussion by scant remaining few. Just drop the subject! They cannot.
Crow conference pulls at the departing to entertain themselves anew as only crows can do. With a rising huff of cries they now flock, bristling and brushing through the air away.
Departing, they say their final goodbyes and drifting farewells on and on and on. Floating and flying overhead like a cloud of black air crafts one by one.
Finally my tormentors are gone. Will they return? The peace settles. Solitude resumes while my shattered nerves breathe a sigh of relief in a new melody. I cling to a new inner joyous and harmonious tune and smile.
Kathy Van Kurin December 2016
Kathy, what an extraordinary piece! We've all probably seen a gathering of crows and heard their raucous chatter but we would never have put those unpleasant creatures in the board room because we aren't blessed with your imagination! ! ! Ha! Both a satire on business men and their meetings and a very descriptive tale of your peace and quiet being invaded by this unpleasant murder of crows. Excellent and entertaining and original piece!
Jazib Kamalvi, You know what? A couple people I know thought the same when they read it, (not on poem hunter though.) I love it when people get a whole different spin. Good for you! Bless you so much! Of course I appreciate the time taken to read, think and comment................Kathy
Surly they must tire of arguments.............at first i thought: surely? ? then i wondered: surly? ? either one. sur·ly ˈsərlē/ adjective adjective: surly; comparative adjective: surlier; superlative adjective: surliest bad-tempered and unfriendly. he left with a surly expression synonyms: sullen, sulky, moody, sour, unfriendly, unpleasant, scowling, unsmiling; More - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this week i'm in the middle of writing a poem about a conference of turkey vultures which my mate and i saw a couple of years ago by the river. we were not close enough to hear what was being discussed, so i'm going to have to use my imagination. i like yours...........quite a bit. to MyPoemList. i read a comment you left at a poem by Clarence Prince, a PH friend. bri :) welcome to PH! some favorite lines: Where is my peace? They are shady peace thieves! Shall I Stay and wait? Surly they must tire of arguments.
Bri Edwards, Thanks for the helpful word lesson. I will fix my word and the word does need a fix from surly to surely. I appreciate your input so much and your comments on what you found interesting in this Crow community interplay. I wish you every success in your own crow experiment and writing..............blessings, Kathy
Thank you Kathy Van Kurin for bringing us a delightful write with your keen observation and painting of a vivid picture with your words.The meeting of the crows is no less than our Board room meetings for serious discussions.As in your other poems in this poem also nature and its surroundings get such novel handling by your pen.
Bharati Nayak, Since this poem was written I have come upon differing views and info concerning these fascinating birds. I am not as familiar with ravens but I suppose they are really interesting too. The dark side and the vulture like qualities are true as well. Anyway I hope things are going well with you and life continues to be challenging and good. Blessings.................Kathy
Oh my gosh! ! ! ! You nailed those doom-sayers! Crows are the bane of my life. They torment my wee little sparrows, they threaten the little squirrels, and they rob nests of their eggs. And they brag about it, laugh about it, scoff at our entreaties to go away. If I lived in the country, I swear they would see the business end of a shotgun...oh, who am I kidding, I can't kill anything but spiders. Them I use bazookas on. Great literate poem, Kathy. Your word choice built layers and layers of impact. I think it perfect and am putting it on my Fav list and giving it a 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Susan williams, Well you have filled me in on some things concerning crows which I had no idea about but I guess it figures; tormenting sparrows, squirrels, and rob nests; now that it is on my mind. I've only viewed their behavior up in trees but oh, they are noisy! You are so nice in giving a thoughtful and informative-educational synopsis of Crows and of my poem. I agree about the spiders too. They get brought in with wood for our wood stove during cold nights. I have had to dispose of some doozies! It's great to think something we write is enjoyed and people identify with. Your have truly encouraged this heart. Bless you Susan and keep enjoying and finding joy in the things of this life. Kathy
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How vividly radiant is your portrait in motion; I could reach out and touch those crows as they swoop by; I can hear the clatter of their cries and the rushing sound of the frenetic motion of the mass of their wings and bodies moving as a single black cloud! Fine writing, dear poet. Bravo! :) S