"kraa" poems
I don't know the word
for this restless almost breathless
feeling in my chest -
the opposite of a bluebird
- a big black crow, at best
a last call cawing
or is it a raven's kraa-kraa
this feeling -
like a shadow in clothes
- a fly in the eye of those
who pray for repose
of my soul.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
* croak *
* croak *
* kraa
Mister Raven enjoys his perch
His seat upon the headstone
Of a man recently deceased
A man who died alone
Lonely to say the least
Mister Raven isn't sad however
Because Mister Raven knows
That the man isn't lonely anymore
He has found happiness below
He was lost upon arrival
In the world below
It was foggy and it was dark
They met on the Bridge of Shadow
Over the River of Schilmark
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC