Crows and coffin nails

The crows in my head often seek
a good psychotherapist
They often b***h about the weather
The earth too high
The sky too low
And the rain and heavy snowfall is killing them

the crows passing by the window don't really
take pleasure in reading my poems
they say "bitching" is not really poetic
We have seen your father
He had carried his coffin a while
But now he dropped it in the ground
From time to time he flies with us

Reviews

[Maryam]

Love this piece so much. Really beautifully written contemporary piece.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wow... this is a powerful poem with great imagery.. the crows as metaphor is brilliant. The last lines is sad and wonderful at the same time. Hope you don't mind if I RR this to my friends.

[Ted]

Thank you Lori. It is good to find out that someone appreciates this sad old poem. I don't mind at all, thank you very much!

[Ravyne Hawke]

I am so glad to see that a few of my friends did stop by and hopefully more will eventually. It is a really good poem, Ted