sometimes no reason
leads to treason
speeding up the lane
I feel am in prison
a rivalry so old
across summers and in cold
I succumb, turn meek
my enemy grow bold
I run, I hide
long tiring strides
seeking a shelter
not being taken for a ride
alas, in vain
I can't escape the rain
drenched in defeat
my tears speak of pain
why crow why
over my head you fly
dirtying my suit
you make me cry
am I your only prey
can't you fly a different way
this gooey white crushes my spirit
please leave me alone, okay
the crow, laughs and guffaws
today's war comes to a close
tomorrow will be a new day
to run away from sticky smelly dose
we now walk our separate paths
the crow flies, I make a start
to return home, and clean myself
wash my clothes, and yet another bath
This Poem is shared with Magpie Tales.
Sometimes our inside demons trouble us like this only.
ReplyDeleteVery true.
DeleteI remember when I was in nurses training, my nurse friend and I where competing for the best marks in class all the time ... to the point of almost destroying our friendship ... we came out being equal in finishing the program with honours ... we are still friends to this day .... Love, ct.
ReplyDeleteHello Cat fancy running into you here! Hugs!
DeleteTrue friendship never ends :-)
Deleteloved the theme
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
DeleteThis could be interpreted in so many ways. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Nisha :-)
DeleteGood write!
ReplyDeleteThank You Bekkie :-)
DeleteThe beginning of the poem brought lines on my forehead.. and then the way it turned out.. Brilliant contrast of thoughts..
ReplyDeleteamazingly written..
Cheers
Like Nisha said, this could be interpreted in so many ways. So many perspectives.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
Thank You Red :-)
Deletethat was fun !
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra :-)
DeleteIm with tou, Speck ' , blow up the Poms ! Arrrr
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha :-D
DeleteSad if he has to go through the ordeal again...
ReplyDeleteNicely written!
Thanks Anita :-)
Deletecrow or not crow or not??? i am still thinking :P
ReplyDeleteheheh!
Crow indeed :-P
DeleteThe poem has William Blake essence, It can be as simple as a nursery rhyme and go deep you have a whole new line of philosophy coming in....loved it
ReplyDeleteThanks so much DG :-)
DeleteOne of the few poems I've read dedicated to bird droppings. Actually, well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Berowne :-)
Deleteone is tired of life's intrigues...a stage comes when loneliness is welcome
ReplyDeleteTo move on, to start over again, to perk up the determination, is the key...Poignant expression!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susmit :-)
DeleteBeautiful bittersweet write...
ReplyDeleteThank You Tess :-)
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