Kim Rodrigues Poet Tail-rhyme

The Murderous Wingspan of Crow

I run and hide from my shadow,
The murderous wingspan of crow -
Of flight, not fight.

My curdled dendrites long since spent.
Like the greening hulk, my skin rent.
So dim - the light.

I’ve shallow breaths and molten fear’d.
My former life, like a steak seared -
With poor eyesight.

I fold my hands and bend my knees
And hope for insight - what He sees.
Spur me upright!

1/9/2019

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Gershon Wolf January 9, 2019 at 7:47 PM Permit me to share this with you: When I read the title of this poem, I saw 'Jim Crow'** --- and you know what, the poem works with Jim in there too. Nicely done, Kim. Best wishes, Gershon **Freudian slip perhaps Kim Rodrigues January 9, 2019 at 8:05 PM Hmm...interesting. Let the reader see what they will see :)

Carolyn Devonshire January 9, 2019 at 2:14 PM Like you, I opt for flight over fight, Kim. Don't know whether this tendency is an asset or a problem to be solved. But I'm certain that asking God for direction is beneficial. Tail rhyme is an interesting form and you did it so well! Kim Rodrigues January 9, 2019 at 2:40 PM Thank you, Carolyn! :)

Valerie Staton January 9, 2019 at 1:53 PM Very nice poem! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Kim Rodrigues January 9, 2019 at 1:56 PM Thank you, Valerie! Poetry is cathartic!