Wisdom of Crows (182)

poem

From the branches of a tall Georgia pine,

I hung this poor battered soul of mine

By the cool caress of a country wind,

I was cleansed and freed; made full again

 

Across emerald fields let my thoughts roam

Like the untamed horses of long ago,

Let my dearest wishes find happy homes

In tide pools of courage that shrink and grow

 

In the rolling waves of the salty sea

My mind was washed of it’s malady,

And, there, in the turning tide, was tossed

Until every rancid thought was lost

 

Over grainy deserts let my dreams blow

Like the restless dancing tumbleweeds,

In the warmth of the sunlight let them grow

Until slumber into waking bleeds

 

Through the eyes of a Crow I viewed my life;

All ignorant toil and meaningless strife,

On spiraling thermal, the bird soared high,

I watched the pain disappear; sweet goodbyes

 

Above mountain peaks, let my consciousness rise,

To the abstract realms of eternal truth;

Country winds, rolling waves, desert sands

And the wisdom of crows teach, calm and soothe.

 

True knowledge should be beheld, not devoured,

For knowledge is life; not strength or power,

Leave what is consumed for scavenging hordes

I’ll breathe in the fragrance of life I adore.

 

Reviews

[TLK]

"Across emerald fields let my thoughts roam

Like the untamed horses of long ago,

Let my dearest wishes find happy homes

In tide pools of courage that shrink and grow"

I find the rhyme scheme to be somewhat forced here.