Crows are my thoughts

saw an image of crows on a chimney while driving, chanted some lines to myself til I got home and wrote this in 5 minutes..

My spare thoughts are the many crows that gather at the spout of the red brick chimney, at the library in my sleepy, winter town

the love I still hold is the warmth that rises from the chimney to warm their closed eyes tucked deep into their chest feathers, from the morning fire gone dull

their dark feathers against the white and the red of brick. Their warm blooded bodies seek the heat as they cuddle into the brick.

My thoughts take in the warmth and caw when a winter wind blows their comfort aside.

The dark birds fly in sequence with one another, like little pixels of an image.

My thoughts scatter! Caw, caw! The snow shifts off the roof top, they escape the freezing white flakes that would surely cover them.

The dark pixel crows race to warmth, anywhere, soon, and in a moment, they will be huddled together again. 

Author's Note

could be about racing thoughts, scattered thoughts, comforting yourself you will have smooth, held-together thoughts again. Or can be about remembering an old love(s) and trying to hold on to that as your thoughts are forced to move on... either one! for me, both lol

Reviews

[JacqMarie]

you never read the YOU poem, maybe ill email it

[James William Dyer]

I just read it . Sweet sweet words. Every time a heart breaks an angel falls from heaven. There's truth in that....wow I think I just made up a f*****g awesome saying

[James William Dyer]

I like it, especially the imagery. My only suggestion: nip and tuck away some of the "ands" and "thes" to give the sound of the poem more fluidity