Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.221.172.197

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

The ravens swarm before me
above the railroad tracks
I walk
downriver pilgrim toward silent wilderness,
away from more civilized savagery,
pre-revolutionary, I fear,
as they chatter and clatter flap their wings
roosting and dry clatter bones stalking me,
inviting me to continue forward.

And so I continue
with their chatter clatter now fluttering and twittering
off and on to my left
among barren February trees
warning of something
not urgent
yet hungry poignant memories
for my ears to hear
and eyes to see
and follow,
then walk along side
as they back away,
leaving a visible border of watching naked trees,
silent witness of our journey's flight.

Now they follow to my left side,
and behind,
encouraging me to continue on,
but not too far
for they have a place to show me,
much like their voices sound
a rushing early spring brook,
water chattering against rock,
rain dropping loudly on my cold tin roof.

Rain comes,
enjoying our sounds
while I am here to witness this black river
of clatter chatter.

I am ahead of them now,
looking across the river
through the woodland
and raucous swell toward quiet,
pause to swell again,
like summer's nighttime crickets.

They roost behind me,
watching with me
what is about to pass from upriver,
uptrack,
up time's revolution of haunting mystery.

While not urgent,
they sound like memories of starving bones
for richer
deeper
quieter upriver times,
a pause in stormy visions and fluttered reminders,
then off we are again.

They on their journey,
leaving me to remember ours.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required