Counting Crows and November Snows

Counting Crows and November Snows

 

 

There is a void

that punctuates my tears

 

A parade of years

are all that is left me,

 

to counting crows

and November snows.

Reviews

[Francis Orion]

This made me think of a couple that had spent so many years together and have it abruptly ended. It reminded me of my grandfather after my grandmother passed. He lived on for a several years, but was never the same. This is well use of a small amount of words. Nice job.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am thankful it conjured up such vivid memories for you, Francis...thank you!

[Francis Orion]

No thank you. It was an important time in my life, that is good to be reminded about from time to time.

[emmajoy]

Sometimes pain by loss of a loved one or indeed - love, diminishes the logical but remaining void. Space can hurt, tis the absolute opposite of proximity - the day.to.day touch, the almost blink of air as two people pass, etc. Your words are the sum total of what's left: an near meaningless counting of time and dark shapes ahead.. alone. Sighingly magnificent in its brevity.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your words are such a comfort, Emma...and so beautifully said. Thank you so much!

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Beautiful said, Kelly, November is a dull month, dull season time, love the spring and summer more. Well done. :) Rudi

[Kelly Scheppers]

November is the month of our Thanksgiving holiday here in the states. Do you celebrate anything like it in Belgium?

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

No, we don't, but I'll suggest it (LOL). We always can use another holiday. Without kidding, I think it's a great custom to say thanks for all kind of things on a special day. We sometimes take it for granted and that is not right. Have a good day, Kelly. :) Rudi

[R Smith]

this has the ring of a song Kelly, almost a life story of love in so few words, a remarkable feat that I believe only you can achieve, excellent writing my friend :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, my good friend...your kindness rewards me!

[R Smith]

Your poetry is a reward to me, a special treat to read :)

[Relic]

I heard an elderly person tell me once that she was too old and there was nothing to look forward to anymore. However, I've learned that no matter what your age, the crows are always lurking.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I heard a flock of them squawking the other day, flying from tree to tree. It reminded me of Hitchcock's movie...even my cats were a little freaked out by it. Thanks, Tim!

[DirectTangent]

I really like this.
It has an eerie simplicity, a mistiness that works its way through it, and I love your phrasing. Very evocative.
However, (and please excuse my ignorance) I feel as though you might have had something in between “A parade of years are all that are left of me //// to counting crows and November snows. Was there, at some time previous, something you may have had there? There was something about it that made me go looking to connect one additional dot...
This is a very nice piece. If it were a painting, it would leave me standing in front of it for a considerable period of time.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I kept tweaking it, but then decided to keep it the way it was. Pretty cool that you picked up on that...thank you!

[Trace]

I look forward to the November snows, but yet I don't.

Lovely poem.

Trace

[Kelly Scheppers]

I believe that's the opinion of many, Trace. I look forward to the holidays...I'm just a kid at heart!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I suddenly remembered who I was, who I am, and who I want to become..... your a magical writer on every level!

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are a most welcoming sight, and I am very thankful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such loneliness here...displayed by those shivering crows in a barren field, covered with snow---as the speaker reflects on life and wonders if she has accomplished anything worthwhile enough to fill the void, left from all the failures and heartaches...

we remember the tears so well, but why can't we remember more of the smiles.

excellent piece.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I appreciate your every word, Jacob...thank you for an endearing review!

[Einstein Noodle]

somber and so melancholy ... its not like you Kelly ;) these days of omens of winter are sobering ..and i clench every last bit before the snow hits ... it gets very cold on the plains ..because the wind is a constant ... brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr .. the is such a depth of loss in your poem ..a resignation that love will not grace the speakers life again ... i love the crows!! their call in the fall is solitary and piercing ... this is beautifully dark ... well done says i!