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Feb 28, 2011
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The Crow
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the old crow
that blotted out the sun
perched upon a fencepost
and made faces
I have only ever seen
with nose pressed
against the pane
as I spied
ochred leaves
straddle the spine
of a willing breeze
to where tomorrow
could not yet be
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About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Kailashana2
14 years 4 months ago
Love the beginning & ending
Love the beginning & ending
but the middle could use less cliche,
such as:
leaves pressed against the window pane,
I see fallen
into the saddle....
~A
Frederick Kesner
14 years 4 months ago
it's actually
nose pressed and spied fallen leaves.
I've rephrased those lines as per your suggestion.
I am wondering though about this drive in contemporary poetry to be sterile of all cliché.
There must be some amount of near-cliché that allows readers to connect with certain lines in a poem.
Of course you wouldn't want it to be an outright cliché. I am not aware of those phrases in question being over used in poetry and would appreciate being made aware of their actual standing on the clichemeter. Just got back from the online cliché finder and none of those came up. :-)
loved
14 years 4 months ago
love it all
of course twas only a crow
what else!
tired_goat
14 years 4 months ago
such beautiful phrasing
a petite delight, like a rustic friand of poetry!
Kailashana2
14 years 4 months ago
You have captured a moment
You have captured a moment eloquently and elegantly with your rewrite.
~A