Kevin Lawrence Poet Narrative

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After the wall passed by, the clouds moved over in a slow turn like the edges of a whirlpool.

Everything was so quiet, just the strong breeze could be heard.  The bright green grass was an amazing contrast to the dark soggy trees and steel gray skies.

The birds were not flying; just clinging to the swaying branches of the oak tree, all pointed Southeast, winds at their tails.

A Hundred Crows

On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley. 
 
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the broken branches of the skeletal oak on the corner
As if they relished the fate of the cruelly stripped leaves. 
 
I saw a hundred crows there.
How many make a murder? 
 
Black pointy wraiths;
Scattered commas lined up like
Iron shavings stuck
To magnetic branches. 
 
Dull steel skies slid in vast arcs around them.
Sprinkling windy foreboding,
Their clouds reached down
To Collect their talons. 
 
So many eyes I know they see
Spiny black needles poking out of me. 
 
Bloodless murder, muffling gray gauze No need to caw…, 
 
A hundred crows see it all.

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Vickey Rhymer October 4, 2022 at 10:40 AM Really enjoyed this Kevin.Beautiful phrasing.Really pulled me in.

David Drowley November 15, 2018 at 5:56 PM Kevin, You have a great way of phrasing. I especially liked "Scattered commas lined up like Iron shavings stuck To magnetic branches."

J Hamilton Gist August 8, 2018 at 4:55 PM Nice imagery!

Oliver Furlong July 22, 2018 at 5:09 AM Kevin, this is really lovely. I love your choice of words and their juxtaposition with each other, such a great image of the crows being like iron shavings stuck to magnetic branches. You are an inspiration to the type of poetry that drives and makes me long to write more.

Vijay Pandit July 17, 2018 at 1:02 PM Awesome poetry Kevin ..really well written.

Gabrielle Jordan July 17, 2018 at 11:31 AM Kevin, loved this! Beautiful deep imagery. Well written!

Charlie Baker July 17, 2018 at 11:24 AM Hi Kevin, loved this poem, very descriptive

Lyric Man July 8, 2018 at 1:33 PM Hi Kevin.. I really enjoyed reading your poetry today. Thank you so much for posting your creative write!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 7, 2018 at 8:46 PM Delicious poetry. Delectable.