Crows On A Rainy Night

Crows On A Rainy Morning

 

It’s a rainy morning

since you’ve been gone,

the grey consumes and I just moan.

Crows visit and circle my home

with their mocking caw, caw

cawing me, calling me,

while pecking my eyes, reminding me I’m alone.

They gather on the Juniper,

on my clothes line tearing the shirts of mine

you always wore,

offering me dropped black feathers

to build a dream catcher

so I can relive all the nightmares

of losing you.

 

Mornings use to be alive with the scent of you,

singing our old songs as you dressed for the day

while I made us coffee, strong,

rich and dark, the way you liked it

and we would sit under the oak

down by the stream.

But first, always first

we faced in all directions one by one

giving thanks to the rising sun,

to Grandmother for another day,

to Grandfather’s balance.

On most days we listened to the river

singing songs to the trees,

hear strange tales of deer playing tag with

wildflowers and dandelion.

Sometimes the old back bear would come by

showing her cubs how to fish.

I will remember these days,

hold them to my heart.

They were days made by you,

by your touch on my face

as you leaned into me,

by your sandalwood scent.

 

Now, years later, it is a cold,

rainy morning as the grey consumes me

to its moan.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone  9.28.16   

Author's Note

....thanks for reading....

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Redzone! :)
This is a lovely read. The first section is very strong in imagery and symbolism.

[redzone]

thanks Mattavelli, appreciate your visit and kind words... ;0)

[CourtniRenee]

This is so incredibly beautiful in its sadness. I love how every moment was touched by the other person, so that even the simple act of getting up in the morning is affected by their absence. The poem flows very well and each thought is developed enough for us to understand grief, without hammering the point so far that we can't enjoy the imagery. Thank you so much for sharing.

[redzone]

she is missed Courtni and morning we always special to us... so thrilled you saw this and that you visited and left such a warm and wonderful comment... thank you

[Kelly Scheppers]

I can feel the melancholy between each line as the memories pour from your heart. You've written this beautifully Curt, and gave it a pulse for many of us to relate!

[redzone]

it would be terrible if I left you dead... lol.. ;0)

Kelly your words are kind and taken with much appreciation and now I have a pulse again... ;0) thank you so much for your visit and kindness Kelly

[wordman]

a rainy night in georgia, a great write my friend

[redzone]

certainly was... miss her... Thanks for also being a bluesman Ron...

[wordman]

my pleasure,i enjoy your stories,just not on very much

[redzone]

I know Ron, you and Pryde are over there on youTube giving d'homes pointers.. ;0)

[wordman]

you are welcome to join us ! we haven`t left,just expanding i guess

[redzone]

thank you Ron... I know you are still around, as is Pryde... but it is difficult for me to add anything more to the poetry I am already involved in... but I really appreciate the invite..

[Sami Khalil]

Awesome to say the least. Word choice, mood and imagery to take us back and live those bleak moments. A fitting title and execution. Very effective and touching...:)...............

[redzone]

aaahh Sami, your comments are always touching and much appreciated... thank you my friend...

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, my friend...:).........................

[Paul Bell]

It's a rainy morning since you've been gone.
You know it's going to get harder after that.
Crows pecking your eyes. It's the end.
Great drama in your poem.
Well done.

[redzone]

Paul, thank you for your kind words.. honored that you read and reviewed...

[1VJ]

I'm speechless to be honest, this poetry is in a class of its own. Bloody brilliant is all I can say!

100/100

[redzone]

thanks Paloma, thrilled as hell you read and reviewed... you are very kind in your words here... ;0)

[Papaya]

Sad and dark in parts but so frickin' good!

[redzone]

this is what happens when I think too much and listen to the blues at the same time... lol... appreciate the so "frickin' good Papaya, all blue thought have gone and too those damn crows... lol

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, how poignant a poem this is. You paint an empty and bleak landscape here. The loneliness is palpable. A portrait of a man destroyed when love is lost. Crows pecking at his eyes....intense! The memories of coffee mornings, of her wearing your shirts, and the love you shared not just for each other, but for nature....heartwrenching. A touching write....so beautifully written! Lydi**

[redzone]

thanks Lydi, seems I cannot listen to the blues eh... lol...

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so sad, lost, desperate, romantic, heart rending. For me the image of the crows picking at the clothing the lover once wore is very dramatic and effective.

[redzone]

I sat on this poem for awhile but was listening to some blues and the Robert Cray song invited me to finish it...

Thanks KL, I also thought that line added to the depth of the poem, I am happy you saw it and appreciated it ... glad you visited and read...