Short Crane Poems
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Hart Crane of Garrettsville
a tragic poet if you will
'The Bridge' vision of America
jumped to this death north of Cuba
beak wedged in white noise
twigs of legs snow-plant
plumage in the air
body borne invisible
muse contemplates wholesome bird
blue crane undeterred
wings flap and emotions spurred
raspy sounds are heard
Contest: What's the Buzz
3rd Place
do know
the dying crane
has it spoken in to
in to your brain
so what of the sticks
magic now
not covered in bricks
who said how
Cautious About Crane in Seattle
In Seattle, fallen over had a tall crane;
Down below in the street does remain;
Sound air filled;
Several killed,
And luckily it never landed in fast lane.
Jim Horn
Bitter sweet berry
Metaphor-celebration
Native peoples loss
Bloom like a crane-fowl
Shortened name over time.
Hospitality
Given by native
People, friends, whose strange gods set
Their end destiny
Dear Mr. Crane,
When I finally reach
the Horizon
I would like to sit with you
a while
and return your poem
well worn
for countless smile.
*Stephen Crane's "I saw a man (pursuing the horizon)"
Could Be Great Dane A Crane or My Cane
Could be great Dane a crane and my cane,
Which surely with me will always remain;
Great weather;
Still together,
Until they drastically do drive me insane.
Jim Horn
Long necked
with legs like ruby stilts
the crane lifts it wings
to it's side
and dances with little strides
It bobs and hops:
a skipping rope with feathers
then lowers it's wings
to gauge the effect.
Almost like the wind is a critic
It finds a mate.
There is a thombstone in Ohio, with the inscription:
’’Harold Hart Crane: Lost at sea.“
His words, soaked with tears blossom
Beneath the waves, in lonely, starving hearts
While he sleeps the sleep of the sea
Without his dark passion,
Free at last
Calm at last
Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi
Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry
Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Crane flower angular
wild orange purple mountainous with confidence
singular
Jutting calls Self
sunrise sacral chakra responds
disc delve
Create
fresh eloquence
joyed
Crane flower angular
sunrise sacral chakra responds
joyed ~
What are you doing here, Crane?
In the mountains with your long legs and backwards knees?
Your head bobbing forward with each step,
we’re not used to birds like you.
The magpie is watching too,
before he goes on with his morning tea.
Thanks for coming
but I hope you can find your way home.
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I have stood beneath your Bridge
and marveled at the music
being whispered in its wires.
I saw America flash pass
on your train riding west,
a kaleidoscopic rush of signs
knitted into a vision too large
to hold in one mind.
You drowned in its immensity.
Through the taut miles
of shuttling, the wind
still murmurs
your timeless prayers.
Did you ever work on a building site,
And push and pull with all of your might.
Then walk in mud up to your knee,
And whistle at every girl you see.
Did ever carry a hod on your shoulder,
Then trip over a blooming great boulder.
Watched a crane move a ton in one lift,
Then look over at the great pile of sand they've asked you to shift!
The sun squeezes through
like it almost missed the train--
late and blushing.
It lands on the windows
and suddenly the glass
looks alive.
A crane freezes mid-air,
caught staring at the light.
Clouds hang around…
undecided.
A door slides open.
Someone steps out
into the cool morning air.
Shadows move down the walls
as the light grows stronger.
The city comes awake
bit by bit…
quiet,
unhurried.
You may be subject to attack
The USA won't have your back*
We'll sell you arms
And pretty charms
And cheer if you survive the flack
*As the world's largest manufacturer
of arms and military equipment, the
USA is laughing all the way to the bank
as orders pour in from nations that now
realise our nuclear umbrella does not
cover them, nor will the UN come to
their assistance, so they must defend
themselves!
Across the river there’s a crane
That’s 30 stories high,
The operator like
A Lego man up in the sky.
As loads are lifted in the air
And gently set in place,
I wish that I could clearly see
That operator’s face.
I know I would be terrified
But likely, he is not.
I cannot fathom how he even
Reached that sky-high spot.
Yet he is up there, hard at work
While safely down below,
I gaze at the construction site
And watch the building grow.