"cravenly" poems
“Graceless Ravens Envy You,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Revel in apostasy.
You are the black dove, hovering
High in an inklike arc.
Blacker, even, than
coal-colored wolves in onyx lines seeking
quarry at starless midnight.
More ebon, even, than
narrow sable blacksnakes staying
cravenly in shade at noon.
Darker, even, than
murders of crows, newly legion at Autumn, amassing
among saw-wing martins at dusk.
You’re blacker, even, then the rooks.
Graceless ravens envy you.
Remember your rebirth?
The sun rose,
Your birdsong changed and then
the questions flew from your beak
faster even than the wrens?
Faster than you could fly?
For a moment, they rendered
all the world obsidian.
Remember your feathers burning?
Sunlight striking your wings and then
all the slow alabaster there
singing, quickening into
aerodynamic black?
Remember the flock’s suspicion?
Remember your siblings, the nest?
Remember when
all their pearl heads turned
their backlit crowns in morning sun
ringed so thinly in shining ivory?
Their song was interrupted,
Yours was made a query —
empiricism’s aria.
Flustered, they fluttered
at all the low notes.
There were all immaculate;
you were the color of night.
Now you arc alone —
soar and sin and sing,
unrepentant one.
Somewhere an ordinary dog,
awakening from shadow,
howls at the sun.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
i've a pale carnivore,
slaying passively the night
in my cotton ember
and with velvet detergent she sprays me
***** loose hinges cravenly and pink
and disheveled lips
i split
unmutable vast minute vines
snare exactly my naked burning crust
an shuck absolutely
the dull sheathe of my so
unlovely
****
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
~
so obvious the mistake
the ordered disorganization
the summation of a man's life
in an ampersand -
a logogram connection
tween two words,
finally, properly sequenced
error then trial, then error then trial
perception - my life is an endless trial
punctuated and worsened,
periodically pierced
by errors
made of your own free (not really) choosing
*"whenever confronted by a fork in my road,
I always chose wrongly"*
and aye, here's the rub
the same mistake made repeatedly
example prime:
falling in love is just another way of saying
gonna end badly
and you constant cravenly confess
to yourself the ending unbecoming cause
you can read the handwriting on the wall
for your specialty is
only love poetry for dummies
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
lust.
No. Lust...
That need which cravenly capitalizes upon itself.
Covet -- lust. Hunger -- lust. Adult -- lust. Blood -- lust.
My eyes are burning red
and I cannot see the forest for the
bruised
beautiful
******
bare
branches.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
It fell away
Guess I did the same
A house of broken pipes
Somehow set aflame
Made what no one knows
Irregular and grey
As I slide into dark belts
They lean towards the day
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Substituted by snake charmer’s son
Such a lasting fever on
Ice, rocks and methane
Guess I got a freezer burn
Can’t come out and play
Death is going out of style
Its permanence a haze
By the never-setting moon
The craters wait and pray
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Sits the ice dwarf with a core of sun
New Horizons coming on
Like a wood-chip piano
Hope it finds something on me
Besides ivory, lamp or vine
Cause this double planet
Has got the third zone blues
Hanging lonely like a
Disco ball of golden hues
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Bound to leave this perfect circle, cloud and crumb
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
Extravagant silver locks fly
feathers in the sky-frame, gaggle of geese
stears towards sunsets of yesterday
greyish tentacle hand figures
shadow puppet men conceal
the ripest of minds
ate limes
on trifling gates constantly conflicted
contagious curtains ceremonial currents cravenly libertine auspicious precepts extolled hither dispiriting flourish apostate gallantry divul@() 56$#sZ..*,"(6#_-?@!!12%kad_6':
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC